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A44478	The poems of Horace consisting of odes, satyres, and epistles / rendred in English verse by several persons.; Works. English. 1671	Horace.; Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; T. H. (Thomas Hawkins), Sir, d. 1640.; Dunstall, John, fl. 1644-1675.; Loggan, David, 1635-1700?	1666 (1666)	Wing H2781; ESTC R43263	170,972	418

must be had too or the Feast you spoil Things little thought on and not very dear And yet how much they cost one in a year 28. Would'st thou rub Alablaster with hands fabl● Or spread a Diaper cloth on dirty Table More cost more worship Come be Al-a-mode Embelish Treat as thou would'st do an Ode Hor. O learned Sir how greedily I hear This elegant Diatriba of good cheer Now by all that 's good by all provant you loue By sturdy Chine of Beef and mighty Jove I do conjure thy gravity let me see The man that made thee this discovery For he that sees th' Original's more happy Than him that draws by an ill-favour'd Copy O bring me to the man I so admire The Flint from whence brake forth these sparks of fire What satisfaction would the Vision bring If sweet the stream much sweeter is the spring SATYRE V. By A. B. A way to grow Rich. ULYSSES and TIRESIAS Ul. TO all that thou hast told me heretofore Prithee Tiresias add this one thing more By what designs and means may I now be As wealthy as I have been formerly Why do'st thou laugh Tir. Is 't not enough that thou Thou crafty Fellow art restored now To Ithaca and do'st thy Gods behold Which thy progenitors ador'd of old Ul. Oh thou unerring Profit do but see How naked I 'm return'd how beggerly As thou fore-told'st my Closets rifled all And that Estate which I my own could call Is all consum'd by those Gallants that lay Courting my Wife while I have been away An honest man and of a Noble house If poor is no more valued then a Louse Tir. Well then since poverty affrights thee so In brief I 'le tell thee how thou rich shalt grow If any Friend send thee a brace of Phesants Or any other rarities for presents To thy next wealthy Neighbour if he 's old Send them away so they 're not given but sold And if thy Garden or thy Field bring forth Melons or any other Fruits of worth Send to some wealthy man a taste e're thou Do'st any of it to thy Lar allow For in this age our muck●admiring Elves Adore rich men more then the Gods themselves Though perjur'd Rogues ignobly born and bred Murther'd their Brothers and their Country fled Yet wait upon them when they do command And let them alwayes have the upper-hand Ul. What Shall I give the wall to such a base Inferiour Rascal as old Damon was At Troy I ever scorn'd it there did I Contend with Great ones Tir. Thou 'lt a Beggar die Vl. This heart wil stoutly bear such things as these I have endur'd far greater i● my dayes But prithee learned Doctor tell me how I may get heaps of Gold and Silver now Tir. I 've told thee and I 'le tell it thee again Thou art a fellow of a subtle Brain Enquire what old Rich men are like to die Observe their humours keep them company Ply them with Presents still that thou maist be Nam'd in their wills an heir or legatee And if perhaps one or two subtle men Nible the bait and straight whip off agen And scape thy hook and thou art cheated so Do not despair nor yet thy art forgo Next if there be a Law-suit great or small That side that 's rich and has no childe at all Be for though unretain'd and let thy Tongue Beat down his Adversary right or wrong Be the manne're so honest and the suit Never so just or of so good repute If he has Children or a Wife that may Produce him Children throw his Cause away But say to thy rich childless Client Sir May 't please your worship or your honour for Titles of Honours and such terms as these Do Mortals tender Ears most strangely please 'T is not your money but your virtues have Made me your Friend your servant may your slave I know the Riddles of the Law and can Menage your Suits and I 'le give any man Leave to pluck out mine Eyes if ever he Can cheat or fool you leave your Cause to me I 'le take such care that you shan't loose a Groat Noe yet ●e laught at bid him take no thought But away home to 's Country house and there His mind and body both repose and cheer Or else do thou thy self turn Advocate And for thy Client never cease to prate Endure the scorching heat the piercing cold And then thou shalt the gazing Clown behold Jogging with 's Elbow those that next him stand Look look sayes he how he endures it and How eagerly he pleads there for his friends Sure he has all the Law at 's Fingers ●nds The Fish will come in sholes then to be caught And thou may'st fill thy Net at every draught Or if a rich man have an onely Son Lies dangerously sick and drawing on Be n't too officicus to th' old man least he Thy purpose through thy diligence should see But gently screw thy self into him and Get thy self writ down Heir at second hand That if to 's Child any disaster come Thou next in order may'st supply his room 'T is ten to one but this design will take And so his great Estate thine own thou'lt make If one desire thee to peruse his Will Seem to deny 't thrust it away but still So as to glance thine Eye on it and see What Legacies and who 's the Legat●e Let thy quick eye run all the Paper o're Whether thou' rt Heir alone or join'd with more Oftimes an o're-grown crafty Scrivener which By being in Offices grows wise and rich Cheats the next Kindred of th' expected pelf Leaves the right Heir out and puts in himself Makes him both needy and ridiculous too As Aesops Fox did serve the gaping Crow Ul. Art thou inspir'd or do'st thou go about On purpose with these ridling words to flout And to delude me Tir. No Laertes Son Whate're I say will or will not be done For great Apollo hath bestow'd on me This admirable knack of Prophesie Ul. If it be lawful then prithee unfold The meaning of this Fable which th' hast told Tir. The time shall come when our young Emperor he Who does derive his Royal Pedigree From the Divine Aeneas at whose beck The sturdie Parthians shall submit their Neck And he shall grow so great by Sea and Land All Princes else shall stoop at his command Some crafty Courtier as Coranus was Shall have a mind t' a hansome strapping Lass And wed that Dog Nasica's Daughter who Will not a Groat on him with her bestow Nor yet will put her off at any rate Unless to one that has a vast Estate But here 's the cheat he bids th' old man read or'e His Will which subtly was contriv'd before The griping sl●ve thinking he has his end Denies to view the Will and does pretend He aim'd not at the Wealth but to have one Of Honour and of Merit to his Son What need I stand gazing on 's Will thinks

Here that old Hag Canidia I spi'd In a black garment close about her ti'd Bare-foot she walkt her locks dishevell'd were And that Witch-major Sagana with her Howling like Wolves of pale and ugly hew They both appear'd most ghastly to my view With their long nails to scratch the earth they went And with their teeth a Lamb in sunder rent Whose blood they pour'd into their new dig'd pit And conjur'd up th' infernal Fiends with it Such Spirits as could answer to what ere They did demand two Images there were Brought by these Hags by which they did their knack One made of wool the other made of wax The Woollen was the greater that it might The little Waxen Image curb and fright This Wax Effigies stood cringing by As sinking under its servility One Hecate invokes Tisyphone Is charmed by t'other Serpents one might see And the infernal Dogs run out and in The bashful Moon for fear she should have been A witness to these juglings hid her face And made our Sepulchers her lurking place If I lie t'you in any thing I 've said May the crowes with their dung pollute my head May all the rogues and whores and thieves in town Cast their base Excrements upon my crown What need I all those tricks to mention which Were done by Sagana that damn'd old Witch And by what Artifice the Ghosts and she Discours'd together with variety Of tones now shrill now flat and how they did Hide under ground by stealth the hairy head Of an old wolf with teeth of speckled snake Then with the Waxen image they did make The fire to blaze But that I might not be A tame spectator of this foolery And those impostures unreveng'd behold Of both those Hags so ugly and so old I from my Godships entrails backward spoke As thundring as a bladder when'tis broke Away run both the witches into town Out dropt Canidia's set of teeth and down Old Sagana her snakes and poysons threw And all her conjuring tools off likewise threw Her Periwig 't would make one break his heart With laughter to observe how one ●ound fart Broke from a God two Witches frights away And made them run from one more weak then they SATYRE IX A description of an impertinent prating Fool. OF late along the streets I musing walkt And to my self some learned whimsie talkt When loe a wandring Trifler to me ca●e Whom scarce I knew save onely by his name And with familiar freedom took my hand Asking me How I did At your command Said I God keep you Sir He following still I turn'd about and stopt to know his will VVhat don 't you know me man said he I too A Virtuo so am as well as you The more I honour you Sir I repli'd And still all wayes to shake him off I tri'd In thousand different postures I did go Sometimes I walkt apace and sometimes slow Sometimes I whisper'd in my Foot-boys ear And all the while did sweat all o're for fear Oh happy he to mutter I began Who hugs himself at an impertinent man Oh happy who as well himself can feast On the most foolish talker as the best In the mean time his tongue did gallop on Letting no street nor sign nor house alone At last perceiving I did nothing mind He said you 'd fain be rid of me I find But you nor I have now not much to do I 'le therefore wait upon you where you go VVhere lies your way O Lord pray Sir do not Your self for me to so much trouble put My journey lies almost as far 's the Tower To visit one you never saw before That 's nothing sir I 'm perfectly at leisure And a long walk with you I count a pleasure With that I shru●k my shoulder● hung my ears As a dull Ass that too great lading bears Then he begins If once you knew me sir You 'ld scarce to me would any wit prefer Who is there that can better verses write Or who with greater swiftness can indite Who of your friends can more gentely dance Or who can better teach the mode of France If you but hear me sing you will confess I do exces the fam'd Hermogenes Here it was time to interpose Have you No mother Sir nor other kindred who May want your company this present hour O no pale Death did them long since devour The happier they Nay then in faith go on Kill me out right my friend since th' hast begun My last hour 's come and now I plainly see Thou wert intended by that Prophecie Which my Nurse spake when I an Infant was Clapping my feet and smiling in my face She said This Boy no poison nor no steel No pain of Cough or Spleen or Gout shall feel But by some fatal tongue shall be destroy'd Talkers let him when come to age avoid Over against Guild-hall at length we came He pelting me I miserably lame Gods so 'T is well remembred hold I pray I have a Cause here to be tri'd to day Good Sir come with me in I 'le straight dispatch In hast like dying men this bough I catcht In troth Sir I have no great skill i' th Law My nod will keep no Iudge or Iury in awe I 'le softly walk before and if you make Good speed you quickly me may overtak● Here the perplext stood still and scratcht his head What shall I lose so dear a friend he said Or by my absence loose my Cause Nay Sir I pray regard your business do not stir Let my Cause sink or swim I 'le leave it here So I may self to such a friend endear So on he leads and I found 't was in vain To spoil my teeth by champing of the chain Straight he resumes his first Discourse And how How with my Lord stands your condition now Lord 's a prudent man and private lives Never himself to much acquaintance gives You 'l raise a mighty Fortune under him But yet me thinks it would great wisdom seem If you would take some course those to prefer About him who might still possess his ear To your advantage and if I were one You might be sure govern him alone You 're quite mistaken Sir we live not so As you suppose nor yet as others do No small Intrigues that family does breed No plots nor little jealousies does feed None there does look with envious eyes upon Anothers good but loves it as his own Strange and unusual this which you relate But so it is the more I 'm passionate To make one of your number That you may Without dispute if you 'l but try the way A man so qualified as you appear Can't be deny'd admission any where Well to my self I will not wanting ●e I 'le watch his hours his servants I will fee I will salute his Chariot in the street I 'le bring him home as often as we meet We Courtiers strive for interest in vain Vnless by long observance it we gain While he did

the Tide build raze change square to round Thou think'st me mad in fashion and laugh'st not Nor that I need to have a Doctor got And to be plac't in Bedlam by the Mayre Though th' rt my Patron and consum'd with care At the least fingers asking of thy friend That honours thee and doth on thee depend In sum a wise man's onely less then Jove Rich free fair noble last a King above The common rate of Kings But chiefly sound That is to say Unless his spleen abound EPISTLE II. By Sir R. F. To LOLLIO He sayes Homer in his Poems teaches fuller and better what is honest then some Philosophers bringing arguments to prove the same That in the Iliad what are the incentives of war to foolish Kings and Nations is described and in the Odyssee by Ulysses example what vertue and wisdome can do is shown Then exhorts to the study of wisdome as that which will heal the diseases of the mind which he reckons up But teaches withal that men must from their tender age accustome themselves to such like precepts WHil'st thou Great Lollio in Rome do'st plead I in Praeneste have all HOMER read Who what 's our good what not what brave what base Fuller then Crantor and Chrysippus sayes Why I think thus unless thou' rt busie hear The Lines that tell how Greeks and Trojans were Involv'd in a long War for Paris love Rash Kings and Nations foolishly reprove Antenors counsel was to send the Cause Of the War back PARIS sayes No What Laws Compel Kings to be safe NESTOR to peece The difference runs betwixt the King of Greece And Tethy's son One boyling with Love's flame With anger both The PRINCES They 're too blame And the poor PEOPLE smart for 't Mischief Strife Fraud rage and lust in Town and Leaguer rife Again what vertue and what wisdome can He shews us in th' example of the Man Of Ithaca who Troy in ashes laid The Towns and Manners prudently survay'd Of many Lands and through the Ocean vast Returning home with his Companions past Many sharp Brunts not to be sunk with stromes Of adverse Chance Thou know'st the Sirens charms And Circe's Cups which had he greedily And fondly tasted with his Fellows he Had serv'd a Whorish Dame and liv'd a Dog On his on vomit or mire-wallowing Hog The Suitors of Penelope were meer Puppets made onely to devour good Cheer Raskals who minded nothing but their skin And that perfum'd and sleek to sleep therein Till it was Noon then thought it brave to wake With the same Lutes with which they rest did take Do Thieves sit up all night to kill and steal And cannot we rise to intend our Weal But if in health thou wilt not stir about Hereafter thou shalt run though with the Gout To a Physitian and unless thou knock For Candle and a Book with the first Cock Unless to studies and to honest things Thou bend thy mind with Love's or Envy's stings Thou 'lt lie awake tormented If a Fly Get in thy Eye 't is puld out instantly But if thy Mindes Ey 's hurt day after day Cure's deferr'd Set forth thou' rt half thy way Dare to be wise Begin He that to rule And square his life prolongs is like the Fool Who staid to have the River first pass by Which rowles and rowles to all Eternity Money is sought and a rich wife for brood And a sharp Culter tames the savage Wood. Let him that has enough desire no more Not House and Land nor Gold and Silver Oare The Body's sickness or the Mind 's dispel To rellish wealth the palat must be well Who fears or covets House to him and Ground Are Pictures to blind men Incentives bound About a gou●y Limb Musick t'an ear Dam'd up with ●ilth A vessel not sincere Sowres whatsoe're you put into 't Abstain From pleasures Pleasure hurts that 's bought with pain The Cov'tous alwayes want your pray'rs design To some fixt mark The envious man doth pine To see another ●at Envy 's a Rack Worse no Sicilian Tyrant ere did make Who cannot temper wrath will wish undone What in his haste he may have done to one To whom he possibly would be most kind Anger i● a short madness Rule thy mind Which reigns if it obeys not 〈…〉 With chaines restrain it with an Iron bit The Quiry moulds the Horses tender mouth T' his Riders will The Beagle from his Youth Is train'd up to the woods being taught to ball A Whelp at the Bucks heads nail'd in the Hall Now Boy in the white paper of thy breast Write VERTUE Now suck precepts from the best A pot well season'd holds the Primitive taste A long time after If thou make no haste Or spur to over-run me I am One For none will stay and will contend with none The same by Dr. W. WHile you at Rome my honour'd Lollius plead I Homer at Praeneste once more read Aquinas ne're so well nor Lumbard taught So fully yet what 's fair or fit or naught My reason 's this if y'have no busie hours The story that relates Paris amours And Greece spent with the tedious Trojan Leager Shews us how silly Princes are how eager The giddy Rout. That should be mov'd which seems The cause o' th' war Antenor wisely deems But Paris to enjoy his stoln delight Thinks scorn to yield Nestor to set things right 'Twixt Agamemnon and Achilles strives While Love the One and both their passion drives The Officers are mad and still the smart Lights on the Commons still they have the art What with their mutines their plots their sin To loose as much without as those within But then what vertue and good conduct can Perform you 'l see Vlysses is the man Troy wisely gain'd he many Cities next Views and their various Lawes is oft perplext In hazards stormes himself and his he saves Not to be drown'd in Fortunes roughest waves The Sirens charmes you know and Circe's bowl Which had he quast with 's Drunken-train his soul H 'had lost a bruitish servant to the where A Cur●●'had ●●'had been or miry Bore We are that rout methinks those Idle Knaves Made to be cramm'd Penelope's lewd braves Rising at Noon to wash and powder hair And then with noise of Fidlers lull our care Will you not wake Fellons are onely stirring For mischief for your safety you 're demuring You 'l easier now then with a Dropsie run Call for a Book and Light before the Sun Your early thoughts in Vertue unemploy'd Will be with Love or fretting Envy cloy'd You 'l move an Eye-soar streight and is it sence To let the Mind be cur'd a Twelve-moneth hence Begin 't is half the work assume the power To live expect not for a fairer hower So stayes the Clown till th' hasty Brook be dri'd But th' everlasting streams still still do glide We gripe for money still marry for Goods Such Wives are fruitful grub and fill our woods VVho hath enough why should

either on the Stage is done Or acted told But ever things that run In at the ear do stir the mind more slow Then those the faithful eyes take in by show And the beholder to himself doth render Yet to the Stage at all thou maist not tender Things worthy to be done within but take Much from the sight which fair report will make Present anon Medea must not kill Her Sons before the People nor the ill Natur'd and wicked Atreus cook to th' eye His Nephews entrails nor must Progne flie Into a Swallow there Nor Cadmus take Upon the Stage the figure of a Snake What so is shown I not believe and hate Nor must the Fable that would hope the Fate Once seen to be again call'd for and plaid Have more or less then just five Acts nor laid To have a God come in except a knot Worth his untying happen there And not Any fourth man to speak at all aspire An Actors parts and Office too the Quire Must maintain manly not be heard to sing Between the Acts a quite clean other thing Then to the purpose leads and fitly ' grees It still must favour good men and to these Be won a friend It must both sway and bed The angry and love those that fear t' offend Praise the spare diet wholesome justice laws Peace and the open ports that peace doth cause Hide faults Pray to the Gods and wish aloud Fortune would love the poor and leave the proud The Hau'-boy not as now with latten bound And rival with his Trumpet for his sound But soft and simple at few holes breath'd time And tune too fitted to the Chorus rime As loud enough to fill the seats not yet So over-thick but where the people met They might ' with ease be numbred being a few Chaste thrifty modest folk that came to view But as they conquer'd and enlarg'd their bound That wider Walls embrac'd their City round And they uncensur'd might at Feasts and Playes Steep the glad Genius in the Wine whole dayes Both in their tunes the license greater grew And in their numbers For alas what knew The Ideot keeping holy-day or drudge Clown Townsman base and noble mix'd to judge Thus to his antient Art the Piper lent Gesture and riot whilst he swooping went In his train'd Gown about the Stage So grew In time of Tragedy a Musick new The rash and head-long eloquence brought forth Unwonted language And that sense of worth That found out profit and foretold each thing Now differ'd not from Delphick riddleing Thespis is said to be the first found out The Tragedy and carried it about Till then unknown in Carts wherein did ride Those that did sing and act their faces dy'd With less of Wine Next Aeschylus more late Brought in the Visor and the robe of State Built a small timbred Stage and taught them talk Lofty and grave and in the busk in stalk He too that did in Tragick Verse contend For the vile Goat soon after forth did send The rough rude Satyres naked and would try Though sower with safety of his gravity How he could jest because he mark'd and saw The free spectators subject to no Law Having well eat and drunk the rites being done Were to be staid with softnesses and wonne With something that was acceptably new Yet so the scoffing Satyres to mens view And so their prating to present was best And so to turn all earnest into jest As neither any God were brought in there Or Semi-god that late was seen to weare A royal Crown and purple be made hop With poor base terms through every baser shop Or whilst he shuns the Earth to catch at Air And empty Clouds For Tragedy is fair And far unworthy to blurt out light rimes But as a Matron drawn at solemn times To Dance so she should shame fac'd differ farre From what th' obscene and petulant Satyres are Nor I when I write Satyres will so love Plain phrase my Piso's as alone t' approve Meer raigning words nor will I labour so Q●ite from all face of Tragedy to go As not make difference whether Davus speak And the bold Pythias having cheated weak Simo and of a talent wip'd his purse Or old Silenus Bacchus Guard and Nurse I can out of known gear a fable frame And so as every man may hope the same Yet he that offers at it may sweat much And toil in vain the excellence is such Of Order and Connexion so much grace There comes sometimes to things of meanest place But let the Faunes drawn from their Groves beware Be I there Judge they do at no time dare Like men street-born and neer the Hall reherse The●r youthful tricks in over wanton verse Or crac● out bawdy speeches and unclean The Roman Gentry Men of Birth and Mean Will take offence at this Nor though it strike H●m that buys chiches blanch'r or chance to like The nut crakers throughout will they therefore Receive or give it an applause the more To these succeeded the old Comoedy And not w●t●out much praise till liberty Fell into fault so far as now they saw Her licence fit to be restrain'd by law Which law receiv'd the Chorus held his peace His power of fouly hurting made to cease Two rest 's a short and long th' Iambick frame A foot whose swiftness gave the Verse the name Of Trimeter when yet it was six-pac'd But meer Iambicks all from first to last Nor is 't long since they did with patience take Into their birth-right and for fitness sake The steady Spondaes so themselves do bear More flow and come more weighty to the ear Provided ne're to yield in any case Of fellowishp the fourth or second place This foot yet in the famous Trimeters Of Accius and Ennius rare appears So rare as with some tax it doth engage Those heavy Verses sent so to the Stage Of too much haste and negligence in part Or a worse Crime the ignorance of art But every Judge hath not the faculty To note in Poems breach of harmony And there is given too unworthy leave To Roman Poets Shall I therefore weave My Ve●se at random and licent ously Or rather thinking all my faults may spy Grow a safe Writer and be wary-driven Within the hope of having all forgiven 'T is clear this way I have got off from blame But in conclusion merited no fame Take you the Greek examples for your light In hand and turn them over day and night Our Ancestors did Plautus numbers praise And jests and both to admiration raise Too patiently that I not fondly say If either you or I know the right way To part scurrility from wit or can A lawful Verse by th' ear or singer scan Our Poets too left nought unproved here Nor did they merit the less Crown to weare In daring to forsake the Grecian tracts And celebrating our own home-born facts Whether the guarded Tragedy they wrought Or 't were the gowned Comoedy they taught Nor