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· Animula vagula, blandula,
· Hospes Comesque corporis,

Que nunc abibis in loca?
· Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
* Nec ( ut foles) dabis foca!

Alas, my Soul! thou pleasing Companion of this Body, thou fleeting thing that art now deserting it! whither art thou flying ? To what unknown Region? Thou art all trembling, fearful, and pensive. Now

what is become of thy former Wit and « Humour? Thou malt jest and be gay no

more. I confess I cannot apprchend where lies the trifling in all this; 'tis the most natural and obvious Refiection imaginable to a dying Man : and if we consider the Emperor was a Heathen, that Doubt concerning the future Fate of his Soul will seem so

far from being the Effect of want of 'Thought, that 'twas scarce reasona<ble he should think otherwise ; not to "mention that here is a plain Confefficon included of his Belief in its Im' mortality. The diminutive Epithets

of Vagula, Blandula, and the reit, appear not to me as Expressions of Levity, but rather of Endearment and

•Concern;

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• Concern; such as we find in Catullus, ? and the Authors of Hendeca-syllabi af

ter him, where they are used to express the utmost Love and Tenderness for their Mistrelles - If you think me right in my Notion of the last

Words of Adrian, be pleased to in( sert this in the Spectator; if not, to ' suppress it.

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N Courts licentious, and a shameless Stage,
How long the War fall Wit with Virtue

wage ?

Enchanted by this prostituted Fair,
Our Youth run headlong in the fatal Snare ;
In height of Rapture clasp unheeded Pains,
And suck Pollution thro' their tingling Veins.

THY Spotless Thoughts un shock'd the Priest

may hear,

And the pure Vestal in her Bofom wear.
To conscious Blushes and diminish'd Pride,
Thy Glass betrays what treach'rous Love would

bide;

Nor harsh thy Precepts, but infused by stealth,
Please while they cure, and cheat us into Health.

Thy

Tby Works in Chloe's Toilet gain a part,
And with bis Taylor share the Fopling's Heart :
Labd in thy Satire, the penurious Cit
Laughs at himself, and finds no harm in Wit.
From Felon Gamesters the raw Squire is free,
And Britain owes her rescu'd Oaks to thee.
His Mifs the frolick Viscount dreads to toast,
Or bis third Cure the fallow Templer boast;
And the rash Fool who scorn'd the beaten Road,
Dares quake at Thunder, and confess his God.

THE brainless Stripling, who, expelld to

Town, Damn'd the fliff College and pedantick Gown, Aw'd by thy Name, is dumb, and thrice a Week Spells unconth Latin, and pretends to Greek.

A fanntring Tribe! such born to wide Estates,
With Tea and No in Senates bold Debates :
At length defpis’d, each to his Fields retires,
First with the Dogs, and King amidst the

Squires:
From Pert to Stupid finks supinely down,
In Touth a Coxcomb, and in Age a Clown.

SUCH Readers scorn'd, thou wing'At thy da

ring Flight Above the Stars, and tread A. the Fields of

Light; Fame, Heavin and Hell, are thy exalted Theme, And Visions such as Jove himself might dream,

Man (unk to Slav'ry, tho' to Glory born,
Heav'ns Pride when upright, and deprav'd his

Scorn.

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SUCH Hints alone could British Virgil lend,
And thou alone deserve from such a Friend:
A Debt fo borrow'd, is illustrious Shame,
And Fame when far'd with him is double

Fame.
So flusn’d with Sweets, by Beauty's Queen be-

stow'dog
With more than mortal Charms Æneas glow'd.
Such gen'rous Strifes Eugen and Marlbro’try,
And as in Glory, so in Friendship vie.

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PERMIT these Lines by thee to live

nor blame

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A Muse that pants and languishes for Fame ;
That fears to sink when humbler Themes she

fings,
Lost in the Mass of mean forgotten things.
Receiv’d by thee, I prophesy my Rhymes
The Praise of Virgins in succeeding times ;
Mix'd with thy Works, their Life no Bounds

Mall see,
But stand protected, as inspir’d by thee,
So some weak Shoot, which else would poorly

rise,
Jove's Tree adopts, and lifts him to the Skies ;

Tbro'

Throthe new Pupil fost'ring Juices flow, Thrufi forth the Gems, and give the Flow’rs to

llow Aloft; immortal reigns the Plant unknown, With borrow'd Life, and Vigour not his own.

To the SPECTATOR-GENERAL.

Mr. John Sly humbly seweth,

tion given to the faid Mr. John Sly, all Persons passing by his Obser

vatory behaved themselves with the ? fame Decorum, as if your Honour your felf had been present.

THAT your said Officer is preparing, according to your Honour's secret Instructions, Hats for the seve

ral kinds of Heads that make figures ' in the Realms of Great Britain, with

Cocks significant of their Powers and Faculties. " THAT your faid Officer has taken due notice of your Instructions

and Admonitions concerning the In(ternals of the Head from the out( ward Form of the same. His Hats 6 for Men of the Faculties of Law and

Physick do but just turn up, to give a little. Life to their Sagacity; his

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