So never offer'd once to ftir; But coldly faid, Your Servant, Sir. Does he refufe me? HARLEY cry'd; 55 He does, with Infolence and Pride. SOME few Days after, HARLEY fpies At Charing Cross, among the Rout, S-T, who could neither fly nor hide, My Lord-The Honour you defign'd- -but I had din'd I'm fure I never shou'd negleƐt No Man alive bas more Refpects o 60 65 70 "Well, "Well, I fhall think of that no more, In Summer, round the Park to ride, 75 80 85 90 You 71.- --Sic ignoviffe putato Me tibi, fi cœnas hodie mecum. Ut libet. Ergo 74. Ut ventum ad cœnam eft, dicenda, tacenda locutus Tandem dormitum demititur. Hic ubi fæpe Occultum vifus decurrere pifcis ad hamum, Mane cliens, & jam certus conviva ; 81. Jubetur Rura fuburbana indictis comes ire Latinis. 27, Videt: ridetque Philippur. 1 You need but cross the Irish Seas, To live in Plenty, Power, and Eafe. SUPPOSE him, now, a Dean compleat, The Silver Verge, with decent Pride, Suppose him gone thro' all Vexations, Patents, Inftalments, Abjurations, Firft-Fruits and Tenths, and Chapter-Treats, 95 100 Dues, Payments, Fees, Demands, and-Cheats, (The wicked Layety's contriving, To hinder Clergymen from thriving) POOR St, with all his Loffes vext, Not knowing where to turn him next, 107.Oves furto, morbo periere capelle; Spem mentita feges, bos eft enectus arando ; *The Dean's Agent, a Frenchman. 113. Offenfus damnis, media de nocte caballum Arripit, iratufque Philippi tendit ad ædes. 105 110 Above Above a Thousand Pounds in Debt, 115 Takes Horfe, and in a mighty Fret, SAID HARLEY, welcome Rev'rend Dean; Truce, good my Lord, I beg a Truce; 120 125 130 But it's a Folly to conteft, When you refolve to have your Jeft: And fince you now have done your worst, Pray leave me, where you found me first. 125 HORACE, *The Lord Treasurer's Porter. 121. Quem fimul afpexit fcabrum intonfúmque Philippus : Durus, ait, Voltei, nimis, attentufque videris Effe mihi. 136. Quod te fer Genium dextramque Deofque Penates Obfecro, & obteftor; vitæ me redde priori.. HORACE, Lib. 2. Sat. 6. I Part of it imitated. Written in the Year 1713. OFTEN wish'd that I had clear, For Life, fix Hundred Pounds a Year; A handsome House to lodge a Friend, A River at my Garden's End; A Terras Walk, and half a Rood Of Land, fet out to plant a Wood. WELL: Now I have all this and more; I ask not to encrease my Store; 5 10 Nor cross the Channel twice a Year, To spend fix Months with Statefmen here: I MUST by all means come to Town, 'Tis for the Service of the Crown. 1. Hoc erat in yotis: modus agri non ita magnus, Hortus ubi, & tecto vicinus jugis aquæ fons, Et paulum filvæ fuper his foret. 7. -Auctius atque Di melius fecet. "Lewis; |