My Life's amusements have been just the same, c My lands are fold, my father's house is gone; 155 And yours, my friends? thro' whose free opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late; (For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the beft, Welcome the coming, fpeed the going guest.) "Pray heaven it laft! (cries Swift!) as you go on; "I wish to God this house had been your own: "Pity! to build, without a fon or wife; "Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life." Well, if the ufe be mine, can it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? What's Property? dear Swift! you see it alter From you to me, from me toe Peter Walter; Or, in a mortgage, prove a Lawyer's share; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir; Or in pure fequity (the cafe not clear) 160 165 170 Who cries, "My father's damn'd, and all's my own." Shades, O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc b novus incola venit? Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, And Hemfley, once proud Buckingham's delight, 175 i Let lands and houses have what lords they will, Let Us be fix'd, and our own masters still. 180 Nunc mihi, nunc alii. quocirca vivite fortes, BOOK I. EPISTLE I. TO LORD BOLINGBROKE. ST T. JOHN, whofe love indulg'd my labours past, Nore fond of bleeding, ev'n in BRUNSWICK'S cause. f A voice there is, that whispers in my ear, ('Tis Reason's voice, which fometimes one can hear) "Friend Pope! be prudent, let your s Mufe take "breath, "And never gallop Pegafus to death; EPISTOLA I. PRIMA dite mihi, fumma dicende camena, <: Let b Spectatum fatis, et donatum jam rude, quaeris, Maecenas, iterum antiquo me includere ludo. Non eadem eft aetas, non mens. c Veianius, armis d Herculis ad postem fixis, latet abditus agro; Ne populum e extrema toties exoret arena. f Eft mihi purgatam crebro qui personet aurem ; Solve & fenefcentem mature fanus equum, ne 15 "Left ftiff, and stately, void of fire or force, 1 But ask not, to what 1 Doctors I apply? Sworn to no Mafter, of no Sect am I : As drives the m ftorm, at any door I knock: And house with Montagne now, or now with Locke, Sometimes a Patriot, active in debate, n Mix with the World, and battle for the State, 20 25 30. Back Peccet ad extremum ridendus, et ilia ducat. Nunc itaque et h verfus, et caetera ludicra pono: hoc fum: k Condo, et compono, quae mox depromere poffim. Back to my p native Moderation flide, And win my way by yielding to the tide. 9 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, 35 Long as the Night to her whofe Love's away, my foul; Long as the Year's dull circle feems to run, 40 Which done, the pooreft can no wants endure; 45 And which not done, the richest must be poor. t Late as it is, I put myself to school, And feel fome u comfort, not to be a fool. w Weak though I am of limb, and short of fight, Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite Nunc in Ariftippi P furtim praecepta relabor 4. Ut nox longa, quibus mentitur amica; diesque 50 I'll * Reftat, ut his ego me ipfe regam" folerque elementis: w Non poffis oculo quantum contendere Lynceus ; |