15 Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay, On Britain's fond credulity they prey.

No gainful trade their industry can 'scape,

16 They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a clap: All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows,

And, bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

17 Ah! what avails it, that, from slav'ry far,
I drew the breath of life in English air;
Was early taught a Briton's right to prize,
And lisp the tale of HENRY'S victories;
If the gull'd conqueror receives the chain,
And flattery prevails when arms are vain ?e

18 Studious to please, and ready to submit,
The supple Gaul was born a parasite :
Still to his int'rest true, where'er he goes,
Wit, brav'ry, worth, his lavish tongue bestows;
In ev'ry face a thousand graces shine,
From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine.
19 These arts in vain our rugged natives try,
Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lie,
And get a kickd for awkward flattery.

Besides, with justice, this discerning age
Admires their wond'rous talents for the stage:

15 Ingenium velox, audacia perdita, sermo

Promptus.

16 Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus: omnia novit Græculus esuriens; in cœlum, jusseris, ibit.

17 Usque adeo nihil est, quod nostra infantia cœlum Hausit Aventini ?

18 Quid? quod adulandi gens prudentissima, laudat

Sermonem indocti, faciem deformis amici ?

19 Hæc eadem licet & nobis laudare: sed illis

Creditur..

And what their armies lost, their cringes gain.
d And gain a kick,

20 Well may they venture on the mimick's art,
Who play from morn to night a borrow'd part;
Practis'd their master's notions to embrace,
Repeat his maxims, and reflect his face;
With ev'ry wild absurdity comply,

And view each object with another's eye;
To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear,
Το pour at will the counterfeited tear;
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat,
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.

21 How, when competitors like these contend,
Can surely virtue hope to fix a friend?
Slaves that with serious impudence beguile,
And lie without a blush, without a smile;
Exalt each trifle, ev'ry vice adore,

Your taste in snuff, your judgment in a whore; Can Balbo's eloquence applaud, and swear

He

gropes his breeches with a Monarch's air. For arts like these preferr'd, admir'd, caress'd, They first invade your table, then your breast; 22 Explore your secrets with insidious art, Watch the weak hour, and ransack all the heart; Then soon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, Commence your lords, and govern or betray.

23 By numbers here from shame or censure free, All crimes are safe but hated poverty.

20 Natio comoda est. Rides? majore cachinno Concutitur, &c.

21 Non sumus ergo pares: melior, qui semper & omni Nocte dieque potest alienum sumere vultum,

A facie jactare manus: laudare paratus,

Si bene ructavit, si rectum minxit amicus.

22 Scire volunt secreta domus, atque inde timeri.

23

Materiam præbet causasque jocorum Omnibus hic idem? si foeda & scissa lacerna, &c.

This, only this, the rigid law pursues,
This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse.
The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak

Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke;
With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze,
And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
24 Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ;
Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart,
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
25 Has Heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor,
No pathless waste, or undiscovered shore?
No secret island in the boundless main ?
No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain *?
Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore,
And bear Oppression's insolence no more.
This mournful truth is ev'ry where confess'd,
26 SLOW RISES WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'd:
But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold:
Where won by bribes, by flatteries implor'd,
The groom retails the favours of his lord.

24 Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se, Quam quod ridiculos homines facit.

25

Agmine facto,

Debuerant olim tenues migrasse Quirites.

26 Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obstat Res angusta domi; sed Romæ durior illis Conatus.

Omnia Romæ

Cum pretio.

Cogimur, & cultis augere peculia servis.

* The Spaniards at this time were said to make claim to some of our American provinces.

But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries Roll through the streets, and thunder to the skies: Rais'd from some pleasing dream of wealth and pow'r, Some pompous palace, or some blissful bow'r, Aghast you start, and scarce with aching sight Sustain th' approaching fire's tremendous light; Swift from pursuing horrors take your way, And leave your little ALL to flames a prey; 27Then thro' the world a wretched vagrant roam, For where can starving merit find a home? In vain your mournful narrative disclose, While all neglect, and most insult your woes, 28 Should Heav'n's just bolts Orgilio's wealth confound, *And spread his flaming palace on the ground, Swift o'er the land the dismal rumour flies, And public mournings pacify the skies; The laureat tribe in venal verse relate, How virtue wars with persecuting fate; 29 With well-feign'd gratitude the pension'd band Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land. See! while he builds, the gaudy vassals come, And crowd with sudden wealth the rising dome; The price of boroughs and of souls restore ; And raise his treasures higher than before:

Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum & frustra rogantem
Nemo cibo, nemo hospitio, tectoque juvabit.

28 Si magna

Asturici cecidit domus, horrida mater,

Pullati proceres.

29

Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet,

Conferat impensas: hic, &c.

Hic modium argenti.

* This was by Hitch, a bookseller, justly observed to be no picture of modern manners, though it might be true at Rome. MS note in Dr. Johnson's hand-writing.

Now bless'd with all the baubles of the great,
The polish'd marble and the shining plate,
30 Orgilio sees the golden pile aspire,
And hopes from angry Heav'n another fire.

31 Could'st thou resign the park and play content,
For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent;
There might'st thou find some elegant retreat,
Some hireling senator's deserted seat;

And stretch thy prospects o'er the smiling land,
For less than rent the dungeons of the Strand;
There prune thy walks, support thy drooping flowers,
Direct thy rivulets, and twine thy bowers;

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And, while thy grounds a cheap repast afford,
Despise the dainties of a venal lord:

There ev'ry bush with Nature's musick rings,
There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings;
On all thy hours security shall smile,

And bless thine evening walk and morning toil.
32 Prepare for death if here at night you roam,
And sign your will before you sup from home.
33 Some fiery fop, with new commission vain,
Who sleeps on brambles till he kills his man;
Meliora, ac plura reponit

20

Persicus orborum lautissimus.

31 Si potes avelli Circensibus, optima Soræ, Aut Fabrateriæ domus, aut Frusinone paratur, Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum. Hortulus hic.

Vive bidentis amans & culti villicus horti,

Unde epulum possis centum dare Pythagoræis.
32 Possis ignavus haberi,

Et subiti casus improvidus, ad cœnam si
Intestatus eas.

"Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecîdit, Dat pœnas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum

Peleidæ.

• And, while thy beds.