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* Non es avarus: abi. quid? cætera jam fimul isto Cum vitio fugere? caret tibi pectus inani Ambitione? caret mortis formidine et ira? Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, fagas, Nocturnos lemures, protentaque Theffala rides ? Natales grate numeras? ignofcis amicis? Lenior et melior fis accedente fenecta? Quid te exempta levat fpinis de pluribus una? h Vivere fi recte nefcis, decede peritis. Lufifti fatis, edifti fatis, atque bibisti: Tempus abire tibi est: ne potum largius æquo Rideat, et pulfet lafciva decentius ætas,
blemishes, these notes would be almost naufeously confined to perpetual panegyric ;-it being the rare and fingular talent of this Poet in general, rendre fans effort chaque idée, par le terme qui lui eft propre.
VER. 312. Survey both worlds,] It is obfervable with what fobriety he has corrected the licentioufnefs of his Original, which made the expectation of another world a part of that superstition, he would explode; whereas the Imitator is only for removing the false terrors from the world of spirits; fuch as the diablerie of witchcraft and purgatory, W.
If this was the intention of the Imitator, he should not have inferted the words, devils and fire.
VER. 326. Leave fuch to trifle] It, perhaps, might have been better to have omitted these two laft lines: the fecond of which has a quaint and modern turn; and the humour confifts in being driven off the stage, potum largius aquo. The word lufifti in the Original, is ufed in a loose and naughty fenfe, fays Upton. As alfo l. 4. 13. Od. and in Propertius,
"populus lufit Ericthonius,"
"But why all this of Av'rice? I have none." I wish you joy, Sir, of a Tyrant gone; But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the Avarice of pow'r? Does neither Rage inflame, nor Fear appal? Not the black fear of death, that faddens all? With terrors round, can Reafon hold her throne, 310 Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire? Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 315 Has life no fournefs, drawn fo near its end? Can't thou endure a foe, forgive a friend? Has age but melted the rough parts away, As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay? Or will you think, my friend, your business done, When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one? 321 b Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your
Walk fober off; before a fprightlier age
Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave fuch to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whofe Follies please.
DR. JOHN DONNE,
DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S,
Quid vetat et nofmet Lucili fcripta legentes