These arts in vain our rugged natives try, Befides, with juftice this difcerning age And view each object with another's eye; hints the cold or heat, And as their patron For arts like these prefer'd, admir'd, carefs'd, Watch the weak hour, and ranfack all the heart; Then -Materiem præbet caufafque jocorum Omnibus hic idem fi fœda & fciffa lacerna, &c. Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in se, -Agmine facto, Debuerant olim tenues migraffe Quirites. Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obstat Res angufta domi. Sed Romæ durior illis Conatus Cum pretio➖➖➖ -OMNIA Romæ Cogimur, & cultis augere peculia fervis. L Then foon your ill-plac'd confidence repay, Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, But hark! th' affrighted crowd's tumultuous cries Rais'd -Ultimus autem Ærumnæ cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit. Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Jam accurrit, qui marmora donet, -Meliora, ac plura reponit Perficus orborum lautiflimus. Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Soræ, Quanti Rais'd from fome pleasing dream of wealth and pow'r, Some pompous palace, or fome blissful bow'r, Aghaft you start, and scarce with aching fight Suftain th' approaching fire's tremendous light; Swift from pursuing horrors take your way, And leave your little ALL to flames a prey : Then thro' the world a wretched vagrant roam, For where can starving merit find a home? In vain your mournful narrative disclose, While all neglect, and most infult your woes. Should heaven's juft bolts Orgilio's wealth confound, And spread his flaming palace on the ground, Swft o'er the land the difmal rumour flies, And public mournings pacify the skies; The laureat tribe in fervile verse relate, How virtue wars with perfecuting fate; With well-feign'd gratitude the penfion'd band Refund the plunder of the beggar'd land. See while he builds, the gaudy vaffals come, And crowd with fudden wealth the rifing dome; The price of boroughs and of fouls restore ; And raise his treasures higher than before : Now blefs'd with all the baubles of the great, The polish'd marble, and the fhining plate, Orgilio fees the golden pile afpire, And hopes from angry heav'n another fire. Could'st thou refign the park and play content, For the fair banks of Severn or of Trent; There |