Or, "Have you nothing new to-day "From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains 95 My Lord and me, as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down Yet some I know with envy swell, "How think you of our friend the Dean? "I wonder what some people mean; 66 66 My Lord and he are grown so great, Always together tete a tete. "What! they admire him for his jokes-- "See but the fortune of some folks!" There flies about a strange report Of some express arriv'd at Court; Et quæ rimosa bene deponuntur in aure. 100 Per totum hoc tempus, subjectior in diem et horam Invidiæ. "Noster ludos spectaverat una, 105 110 Luserat in campo, Fortunæ filius," omnes. I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet, And catechis'd in ev'ry street. "'Tis now no secret." "I protest "'Tis one to me."---" Then tell us, pray, "When are the troops to have their pay?" And tho' I solemnly declare I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown Thus in a sea of folly tost, My choicest hours of life are lost; Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, 130 Jurantem me scire nihil, mirantur, ut unum Scilicet egregii mortalem altique silenti. Perditur hæc inter misero lux; non sine votis: O quando faba Pythagoræ cognata, simulque O noctes, cœnæque Deum! quibus ipse, meique And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the Court and Town. O charming noon! and nights divine! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks below, The beans and bacon set before 'em, Here no man prates of idle things, 135 140 A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, But something much more our concern, 145 And quite a scandal not to learn: Which is the happier or the wiser, Ante Larem proprium vescor; vernasque procaces Siccat inæquales calices conviva, solutus Quidve ad amicitias, usus rectumne, trahat nos: Velume III. H Whether we ought to chuse our friends 150 And what the very best of all? Our friend Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely a propos: Name a Town life, and in a trice 155 He had a story of two Mice. "Once on a time (so runs the fable) Yet lov'd his friend, and had a soul; Knew what was handsome, and would do't, 160 He brought him bacon, (nothing lean) 165 Cervius hæc inter vicinus garrit aniles Cheese such as men in Suffolk make, And cry'd, "I vow you're mighty neat: 170 175 "For God's sake, come and live with men: "Consider mice, like men, must 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.)" The veriest hermit in the nation 180 May yield, God knows, to strong temptation. 185 When all their Lordships had sat late.) Cum pater ipse domus palea porrectus in horna Vis tu homines urbemque feris præponere sylvis? |