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Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian sings,
A Neighbour's Madness, or his Spouse's,
Or what's in either of the Houses:
But something much more our concern,
And quite a scandal not to learn :
Which is the happier, or the wiser,
A man' of Merit, or a Miser?
Whether we ought to chuse our Friends,
For their own Worth, or our own Ends?
What good, or better, we may call,
And what, the very best of all?

Our Friend Dan Prior, told (you know)
A Tale extremely à propos :
Name a Town Life, and in a trice,
He had a Story of two Mice,
Once on a time (so runs the Fable)
A Country Mouse, right hospitable,
Receiv'd a Town Mouse at his Board,
Just as a Farmer might a Lord.
A frugal Mouse, upon the whole,
Yet lov'd his Friend, and had a Soul,



Legibus insanis : seu quis capit acria fortis
Pocula; seu modicis uvescit laetius, ergo
Sermo oritur, non de villis domibusve alienis,
Nec male necne Lepos faltet : sed quod magis ad nos
Pertinet, et nescire malum eft, agitamus; utrumne
Divitiis homines, an fint virtute bcati :
Quidve ad amicitias, usus rectuinne, trahat nos:
Et quae fit natura boni, summumque quid ejus.
Cervius haec inter vicinus garrit aniles
Ex re fabellas, fi quis nam laudat Arelli
Solicitas ignarus opes; sic incipit: Olim
Rufticus urbanum murem mus paupere fertur
Accepisse cavo, veterem vetus hospes amicum;
Asper, et attentus quaefitis; ut tamen aretum


Knew what was handsome, and would do't,
On juft occasion, coute qui coute.
He brought him Bacon (nothing lean)

Pudding, that might have pleas'd a Dean;
Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,
But wish'd it Stilton for his fake;
Yet, to his Guest tho' no way sparing,
He eat hiinself the rind and paring.

170 Our Courtier scarce could touch a bit, But show'd his Breeding and his Wit; He did his best to seem to eat, And cry'd “ I vow you're mighty neat. “ But Lord, my Friend, this savage Scene ! 175 " For God's fake, come, and live with Men : “ Consider, Mice, like Men, muft die, “ Both small and great, both you and I : " Then spend your life in Joy and Sport, (This doctrine, Friend, I learn’d at Court.)" 180

The veriest Hermit in the Nation
May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.

Solveret hofpitiis animum, quid multa ? neque ille
Sepofiti ciceris, nec longae invidit avenae :
Aridum et ore ferens acinum, femesaque lardi
Frufta dedit, cupiens varia fastidia coena
Vincere tangentis male fingula dente superbo :
Cum páter ipse domus palea porre&tus in horna
Effet ador loliumque, dapis meliora relinquens.
Tandem urbanus ad hunc, Quid te juvat, inquit, amice.
Praerupti nemoris patientem vivere dorfo ?
Vin' tu homines urbemque feris praeponere fylvis ?
Carpe viam (mihi crede) comes : terrestria quando
Mortales aniinas vivunt fortita, neque ulla eft,
Aut magno aut parvo, leti fuga. quo, bone, circa,
Dum licet, in rebus jucundis vive beatus;
Vive memor quam sis aevi brevis. Haec ubi dicta
Agrestem pepulere, domo levis exfilit: inde
Ambo propositum peragunt iter, urbis aventes,



Away they come, thro' thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-Inn:
('Twas on the night of a Debate,
When all their Lordships had fate late.)

Behold the place, where if a Poet
Shin'd in Description, he might show it;
Tell how the Moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with Silver all the walls ;
Palladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotesco roofs, and Stucco floors :
But let it (in a word) be said,
The Moon was up, and Men a-bed,

The Napkins white, the Carpet red:
The Guests withdrawn had left the Treat,
And down the Mice fate, tête à tête.

Our Courtier walks from dish to dish,
Taftes for his Friend of Fowl and Fish;
Tells all their names, lays down the law,

Que ça eft bon! Ah goutez ça! " That Jelly's rich, this Malmsey healing, Pray dip your Whiskers and your Tail in.” Was ever such a happy Swain ? He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again. " I'm quite asham'd—'tis mighty rude " To eat so much-but all's so good.



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Moenia nocturni subrepere, jamque tenebat
Nox medium coeli fpatium, cum ponit uterque
In locuplete domo veftigia : rubro ubi cocco
Tincta super lectos canderet veftis eburnos;
Multaque de magna superessent fercula coena,
Quae procul exstructis inerant hesterna caniftris,
Ergo ubi purpurea porrectum in veste locavit
Agreftem ; veluti succinctus cursitat hofpes,
Continuatque dapes : nec non verniliter ipfis
Fungitur officiis, praelibans omne quod affert.
Ille cubans gaudet mutata forte, bonisque



66 I have a thousand thanks to give
“ My Lord alone knows how to live."
No sooner said, but from the Hall
Rush Chaplain, Butler, Dogs and all :
“ A Rat, a Rat! clap to the door”-
The Cat comes bouncing on the floor.
O for the heart of Homer's Mice,
Or Gods to save them in a trice!

(It was by Providence they think,
For your damnd Stucco has no chink)
4. An't please your Honour, quoth the Peasant,
66. This same Dessert is not so pleafant :
« Give me again my hollow Tree,
« A Crust of Bread, and Liberty!

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Rebus agit laetum convivam: cum subito ingens
Valvarum ftrepitus lectis excuffit utrumque.
Currere per totum pavidi conclave; magifque
Exanimes trepidare, fimul domus alta Moloffis
Personuit canibus, tum rufticus, Haud mihi vita
Eft opus hac, ait, et valeas : me sylva cavusque
Tutus ab infidiis tenui folabitur ervo.

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AGAIN? new Tumults in


breaft? Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas ! the man

As in the gentle Reign of my Queen Anne. Ah sound no more thy soft alarms,

Nor circle sober fifty with thy Charms ! Mother too fierce of dear Desires !

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires. To Number five direct your Doves,

There spread round MURRAY all your blooming Loves; Noble and young, who strikes the heart

With ev'ry sprightly, ev'ry decent part; Equal, the injur’d to defend,

To charm the Miftress, or to fix the Friend.


Rursus bella moves? parce precor, precor. Non sum qualis eram bonae

Sub regno Cynarae, define, dulcium Mater faeva Cupidinum,

Circa lustra decem flectere mollibus Jam durum imperiis : abi

Quo blandae juvenum te revocant preces. Tempestivius in domum

Paulli, purpureis ales oloribus,
Comiffabere Maxiini;

Si torrere jecur quaeris idoneum.



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