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Each in his inclinations bleft,

Not all that Attalus poffeft,

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Nor all the treasures of the east,

Shall turn their timid hearts to cleave,
With Cyprian keel the Ægéan wave.

Icarian billows running high,

A toffing bark and fable fky,
The merchant pale in fear,
Prays for a life of rural ease;
But prompted to another trip,
Indocil-poverty to bear,

He then refits his shatter'd ship,
And out again to seas.

4. Some, o'er their mellow maffic § gay,
Take from the loitring folid day
An ample share, in verdant fhade
Beneath the fragrant * arbute laid,
Or at the facred fountain's crystal head.

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34. Verdant fhade.] As our English verfes only differ from each other in metre, as they confift of different lengths of twelve, ten, eight and fix fyllables, they are used promifcuoufly, in Lyric Poetry, [vid. St. Cæcilia's Ode,] Hanc veniam petimufque, &c. not o'er ftepping the bounds of modefty; when most confonant to the numbers and movements of my Author; as here

-Nunc viridi membră Sub ārbŭto
Stratus, nunc ad aquæ lene caput Sacræ.

6. The sportsinan quits his bofom bride,
Beneath inclement fkies to bide,
Whether his twisted nets are tore,
By ftag, or rufhing Marfyan boar,
The faithful pack pursue the track,
He thinks of spouse no more.

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And thee, thy Ivies, godlike, raise,
Of learned brow reward and praise,

And me fequefter'd from the throng,
Light tripping Fauns the nymphs among,
And gelid ftreams and choral fong,
Withhold; if Clio's lute combine,
And Polyhymny deign to join

Her Lesbian Barbiton to mine;

And wing'd fublime I'll reach the skies,
If rank'd with lyrick bards divine,
Mecenas bid me rife.

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The following admired TRANSLATION of the fame ODE, full of Wit and Humour, is here given, that the Reader may contrast it, with Simplex Munditiis, the neat plain fimplicity of Horace.

ILLER, whom fair Ierné bore

MTO

Το grace Britannia's happier Shore,

Whose Genius guides, whofe Counsel guards
The Labours of Bathonian Bards,

Survey Mankind, and each you'll view

His various Path of Joy pursue.

2. There are, in Phaetons who smoke ye, Collecting duft enough to choak ye,

3.

With Elbows fquare, and nodding Heads,
And long-tail'd scrambling Quadrupeds
Whip round the Poft-turn fharp-cut neat-
Defpife-and frighten all they meet;

Or ftudious of New Market Races,

Keep half a running Horfe* at Scrace's,
Hedging, and odds, and Bets their Theme--
By which fome knowing ones, I deem,

With Zones around their Necks have vaulted
'Tow'rds Heav'n above their peers exalted

The Alderman who pants to grace

The golden Chain, the Sword, and Mace;
Th' engroffing Hunks, whofe Barns contain
Full many a Year's well-hoarded Grain,
Yet anxious to increase his Store,
Grubs his paternal Fields for more,
Would ne'er the boift'rous waves be toft on,
To meet their dearest friends at Boston,
Though all the Treasures were confign'd them
Her hapless Exiles leave behind them,
In ftouteft Bark would ne'er sustain,
The Horrors of th' Atlantic Main..

4. Secure from Wars, and dangerous Seas
Colonel Jaghire enjoys his Eafe;

Buys Land, and Beeves, with Indian Gold,
Which fome poor English fquire had fold;
Kings, Lords, and Commons he defies,
"The Town is all my own, he cries,
"That curféd Climate I've been hurt in,
"And Nabob-making grows uncertain-

* The Riding School at BATH.

This

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"This fnug retreat I'm fafe from harm in,"How sweet that Wood! that lawn how charming !""

But Ah! his Paffion foon returns,

With restless flames his Bofom burns;

His Bark he rigs, refolv'd once more,
The diftant Ganges to explore,

Rather than on his native Ground

To ftarve-on Fourfcore Thousand Pound.

6. Oft' will you meet old General Drone :
A Character at Bath well known;
The Rooms and coffee house he haunts,
Drinks fometimes Tea, and fometimes Nantz
Complaining of the Gripes and Vapours,
He'll afk "what News you've in the Papers;
Then cry, "fuch Measures we're pursuing,

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"This Nation's on the Brink of Ruin :"

But urge him to explain her wrongs,—
Down fall the Poker and the Tongs;
He hums, and haws, and recommends-a-
-Prescription for the-Influenza ;

In Summer, lounging at Spring-Garden,
In Winter, ev'ry Door bombarding,
With morning vifits duly paid
Down from the Crefcent to Parade,
His, Head he'll in the Pump-Room poke
To catch fome ftale, unmeaning Joke,
With News and Nonsense for the Day,
To drive his irksome Hours away.

Pierc'd with the Fife's, and Trumpet's voice,
Britannia's warlike Youth rejoice;

The

The blended Sounds transport their Ear,
While trembling, anxious Mothers fear-
These heroes should defert their Quarters,
To Scotland to entice their Daughters.

8. The northern Blaft, and driving Rains
Sir Hardy Thickset well sustains

Whether the Hind, or Wily Fox

His fleet Hounds urge o'er Vales and Rocks,
He drives the Chace with Perfeverance,
Nor heeds his tender Wife's Endearance,
At Night returning to confole her—
With Feats of Bowman and of Jowler.

9. For me-the verdant Ivy Guerdon

(Which you, Sir, have my Brows conferr'd on)
While many an artless Rhyme I jingle,
Gives me with loftier Bards to mingle:

Me to enjoy the cool Cafcade,

Thy nodding Grove, and checker'd Shade,
And view the smiling Nymphs advance,
To join with thee the feftive Dance,
(While every charm of Art and Nature
Confpires to grace thy Féte Champétre)
Thy kind Indulgence has allow'd,
And fets me 'bove th' ignoble Crowd;
Content, if sweet Euterpe deign
To hear my humble Pipe complain;
Or when befide the Winter fire,
With careless Hand I fweep the lyre,
The gay fanftaftic Polyhymny

Will take a Corner of my chimney,

Inspiring