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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44471	The Odes, Satyrs, and Epistles of Horace Done into English.; Selections. English. 1688.	Horace.; Creech, Thomas, 1659-1700.	1684 (1684)	Wing H2774A; ESTC R216475	160,277	410

the like and with a willing mind 4. But now since Passion 's rooted in our Souls As other faults that stick so close to Fools Why doth not Reason poise and mend our thoughts And see our rage proportion'd to the faults When Supper 's done a Slave removes the Dish And spills the Broth or else le ts fall the Fish Now should the Master stab the Slave for this He would be thought more mad then Labeo is But how more mad are we and more severe Our Friends but little and but seldom Erre And such small Faults good Natures ne're resent They sin as Men must do and may repent But yet for this we hate for this we shun As Bankrupts Risio the notorious Dun Who when the Calends come severely sues And if the Debtor doth not pay the Use He 's clapt in Jayl and hears a tedious Bill A killing Scroll Item and Item still My Friend got drunk perhaps hath foul'd my bed Or bruis'd a Cup by neat Evander made Or snacht away a Chicken from my Plate And must I love my Friend the less for that What should I do then if he prov'd unjust Refus'd to bayl me Thiev'd or broke his Trust Those that hold Vices equal seem distress't When leaving Sophistry they come toth ' Test This Fancy doth with Law and Custom fight And Interest too that spring of Just and Right When Man first crept from Mother Earth's cold Womb He was a miserable Thing and dumb Then they for Acorns fought and shady Cave With Nails then Clubs the Weapons Nature gave And next with Swords which sad convenience found And malice taught them they were fit to wound Till Words and Names for Things and Laws began And civiliz'd the bruitish Creature Man Then they built Towns and settled Right and Just And Laws to curb our Rapine and our Lust For long e're Helen's time a thousand dy'd Then thousands fought to get a beauteous Bride But unrecorded fell like Beasts they stray'd Each caught his willing Female and enjoy'd Till one more strong kill'd him and was preferr'd Just as the greatest Bull amongst the Herd Look o're the Word 's old Records there 's the Cause 'T was fear of wrong that made us make our Laws By Naked Nature ne're was understood What 's Just and Right as what is Bad and Good What fit and what unfit for Flesh and Bood Nor Reason shews to break a Garden Hedge Should be as great a Crime as Sacriledge Let Rules be fixt that may our Rage contain And punish faults with a Proportion'd pain And do not flea him do not run him through That only doth deserve a kick or two For I ne're fear that Thou wilt prove too kind To too much Pity vitiously inclin'd That can'st hold Vices Equal and believe To Rob's no greater Crime than 't is to Thieve And who would punish all with equal hand If Thou wer 't King and had'st the full Command If he that 's wise and skilful in his Trade Tho but a Cobler must be neatly made Be rich be fair be handsome and a King Why do'st Thou wish for 't since Thou hast the Thing But what Chrysippus said Thou dost not know No wise Man yet did ever make a shoe And yet the Cobler's a wise Man how so Why as Hermogenes tho He holds his Tongue Is skill'd in Musick and can set a Song And suffling Alfen though he lost his Awl And threw away his Last and shut his Stall And broak his Threads yet was a Cobler still Thus every Tradesman if he hath but skill Is wise and therefore only King but stay Unless you use your Club with wanton play The waggish Boys will pluck thy formal Beard Thou shalt be kickt derided scorn'd and jeer'd Till thou do'st burst when Rage or Envy Stings And snarl thou greatest King of mighty Kings In short whilst Thou a King shalt walk in State And only foolish Crispin on Thee wait To get a farthing Bath I nobly live The Faults I Fool commit my friends forgive And I as easily will pardon theirs And so I 'le live secure and free from Cares A happier Private Man Than Thou a King SATYR IV. The Heads of the Fourth Satyr 1. Lucilius was bitter but uncorrect 2. Few read Satyrs because they know they deserve the reproof 3. Whether Satyr be a Species of Poetry 4. A defence of his own Writings 5. The manner how his Father bred him to Vertue 1. CRatin and Eupolis that lash't the Age Those old Comedian Furies of the Stage If they were to describe a vile unjust And cheating Knave or scourge a Lawless Lust Or other Crimes regardless of his Fame They show'd the Man and boldly told his Name This is Lucilius's way He follows those His Wit the same but other numbers chose I grant he was a sharp and ready Wit But rude and uncorrect in all he writ This was his fault He hastily would rhyme As if 't were such a wondrous thing in him Two hundred tedious lines in one hours time Yet when with force his muddy fancy flow'd Some few pure Streams appear'd amongst the mud In writing much 't is true his Parts excell Too lazy for the task of writing well But grant that rare what then Crispinus says You talk of writing Sir You claim the Bays Come on Sir Critick You shall have your fill The wager be as little as you will Here 's Pen and Ink and Time and Place let 's try Which can write most and fastest You or I Thanks Heaven that made me slow and gave a Pe● That writes but little and but now and then But you like Bellows till the Gold 's refin'd Are puffing still and all but empty wind 2. Fannius was happy whom the publick praise Preferr'd to Phoebus shrine and Crown'd with Bays But few read mine and few my Books delight And I scarce dare to publish what I write Few like this way for most know well enough That they deserve and fear my just reproof Take any at a venture midst the Crowd And you shall find him covetous or proud One marry'd Whores another Boys desires One Silver 's white and Alpius Brass admires Another runs from East to West to cheat Like Dust by Whirlwinds tost thro storms of Fate And all to keep or better his Estate All these hate Poets these do fear our Rhimes Look he 's stark mad they cry fly fly betimes He spares no Friend He will abuse the best So he may laugh himself and have his Jest And then what e're He writes flies o're the Town To Pimps to Hectors and to Gamesters shown To every one He meets He tells the Tale Old Senseless Fops Old Women Boys and All Now hear what may for t'other side be shown 3. First I 'me no Poet for to make me one 'T is not enough to fetter words in Rhyme And make a tedious and a jingling Chyme And chiefly since my numerous feet enclose Such plain familiar Talk and almost Prose No

He alone can claim that name that writes With Fancy High and bold and daring flights And sings as nobly as His Hero fights And therefore some do doubt though some allow If Comedy be Poetry or no Because it wants that Spirit Flame and Force And bate the numbers 't is but plain discourse Yet often there the careful Fathers rage They storm and swear and crack the trembling Stage A Rogue a Dog I 'le kick him out of Door When his young Stripling courts a Jilting Whore And slights a noble Match or stow'd with drink E'en whilst 't is day He Sails behind his Link And would not Pompon were his Father here Expect as harsh a check and as severe Well then 't is not enough to keep due time Observe just feet and put plain words in Rhyme For break the Numbers and the Verse affords But common angry talk and usual words Thus take what I or what Lucilius writes Tho now and then it Storms and sometimes bites Invert the Order and the Words transpose No sign as when you change When violent Wars Had burst their Brazen Gates and broke the Bars Of Poetry appears 't is naked Prose 4. But now enough another Time shall show If 't is a part of Poetry or no But now I will enquire how Men should hate This way of writing Satyr and for what Capri and Sulce those Terrors of the Jayl Both hoarse with pleading walk the Common-Hall Their green Bags stusst with Bills Indictments Breves A mighty Terror those to Knaves and Thieves But yet an honest Man that keeps his Oath Nor robs nor steals may safely scorn them both If Thou' rt a Thief as Coele and Byrrhus are I 'me not like Sulce or Capri why do'st fear And why dread me My Book 's not set to Sale Thumb'd by the Rabble upon every Stall The Rascal scum Hermogenes and All I seldom do rehearse and when I do I 'me forc't because my Friends will have it so But then in private to my Friends alone Not every where nor yet to every one Thousands i' th' publick Market-place recite And trouble all they meet with what they write Nay whilst they Bath They studiously rehearse The Eccho's raise the Voice and grace the Verse Thus act our Fops and without fear or wit Never considering if the Season's fit Or time convenient Well but what you write Doth hurt Mens fame that 's your perverse delight Why this to me Doth any Friend of mine Boldly affirm that this is my design He that himself shall blame his absent Friends Or hears them scandaliz'd and not defends Sports with their Fame and speaks what e're He can And only to be thought a Witty Man Tells Tales and brings his Friend in dis-esteem That Man 's a Knave besure beware of him Set Twelve to Supper one above the rest Takes all the talk and breaks a scurvy Jest On all except the Master of the Feast At last on him when frequent Cups begin T' unlock his Soul and show the spight within Yet him you count a Wag a merry Soul A pleasant innocent and harmless Droll But if I smile perchance if I presume To laugh because Rufillus doth perfume That Female Man or nasty Gorgon note For studied filthiness and smell of Goat My smiles are Satyrs and what e're I write In me 't is all detraction and 't is spight In common Talk as we have often done If we discourse how Petil stole the Crown And you as you are wont his Cause defend He hath a kindness for me He 's my Friend My old Acquaintance He He is indeed And faith I 'me glad at heart that He is freed And yet I wonder how He ' scapt 't is right This this is base detraction this is spight This If I know my self ne're relisht me My Books from this I 'me sure my Mind is free But if some things appear jocosely writ This you must pardon this you must permit 5. For my good Father did instruct me so And by Examples taught me how to know What was unfit and what was fit to do For when He tutor'd and advis'd to thrift And live content with that which He had left Mark Byrrhus he would say and Alpi 's Son How poor They live now They are both undone Two fit examples by unhappy Fates To fright young Heirs from spending their Estates When He would fright me from a lawless Love And Whores He said Young Horace do not prove Like Sectan do not lead so loose a Life And seek stoln joys and with another's Wife Use what the Laws permit and be advis'd Trebonius got no credit when surpriz'd Philosophers perhaps may show the Cause And talk of Reason and of Nature's Laws Why some things should be hated some admir'd And why avoided some and some desir'd But 't is enough for me to form thy mind And leave it to the Ancients rules inclin'd And whilst Thou want'st a Tutor keep thy Name And manners spotless and preserve thy Fame For when a Man then thou must walk alone No prudent care to guide Thee but thy own Thus he advis'd What e're He 'd have me do He says Look such a one doth so and so And sets a Worthy Man before my Eyes And when he would forbid a Thing He crys Is not this bad when such and such a One Is scandaliz'd for 't over all the Town Unruly Patients when They chance to hear Their Neighbour's lately dead begin to fear Grow orderly and check their Appetite So others ill repute do often fright Young Men from following Vice and false delight Hence 't is that sound from greater faults I live But small and such as Friends may well forgive I grant I have yet even those grow less By my own Care or by my Friends advice For when I lye or when I walk alone I usually revolve what I have done This may be better'd sure and this commend And make me greater and a pleasant Friend Sure this is bad and this is not well done What shall I act like such and such a one All this I use to think on when alone At leasure times I write my foolish thoughts And this is one of Those my little faults Which if you won't forgive but prove severe A Band of Poets to my Aid I 'll rear For we can make a Band and like the Jews I 'le force you take that side you now refuse SATYR V. The Heads of the Fifth Satyr 1. A Description of his journey to Brundusium with all the various occurrences in the way FRom stately Rome I walkt a little way And reacht Aricia first and there I lay My Company as good as Man could seek The Lawyer Heliodore a Learned Greek Then Forum Apii that 's a paltry Town With Tars and Pedlars throng'd and those alone We made two days on 't hither tho most but one For to quick Travellers 't is a tedious road But if you walk but slow 't is pretty good Here '