136:113,000@@@@@| 136:113,000[' ]| 136:113,000[' ]| 136:113,001[A ]| GRIEVed though I am, an Ancient Friend to$9$ lose, 136:113,002[A ]| I like$1$ the Solitary Seat he chose: 136:113,003[A ]| In$4$ quiet Cumae fixing his Repose: 136:113,004[A ]| Where, far from Noisy Rome secure he Lives, 136:113,005[A ]| And one more Citizen to$4$ Sybil gives. 136:113,006[A ]| The Road to$4$ Bajae, and that$6#2$ soft Recess 136:113,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the Gods with all their Bounty bless. 136:113,008[A ]| Though I in$4$ Prochyta with greater ease 136:113,009[A ]| Could live, than in$4$ a Street of Palaces. 136:113,010[A ]| What Scene so$5#1$ Desert, or so$5#1$ full of Fright, 136:113,011[A ]| As towering Houses tumbling in$4$ the Night, 136:113,012[A ]| And Rome on$4$ Fire beheld by$4$ its own Blazing Light? 136:113,013[A ]| But worse than all the clattering Tiles; and worse 136:113,014[A ]| Than thousand Padders, is the Poet's Curse: 136:113,015[A ]| Rogues that$6#1$ in$4$ Dog-days can not Rhyme forbear; 136:113,016[A ]| But without Mercy read, and make you hear. 136:113,017[A ]| Now while my Friend just ready to$9$ depart, 136:113,018[A ]| Was packing all his Goods in$4$ one poor Cart; 136:113,019[A ]| He stopped a little at the Conduit-Gate, 136:113,020[A ]| Where Numa modelled once the Roman State, 136:113,021[A ]| In$4$ Mighty Councils with his Nymph retired: 136:113,022[A ]| Though now the Sacred Shades and Founts are hired 136:113,023[A ]| By$4$ Banished Jews, who$6#1$ their whole Wealth can lay 136:113,024[A ]| In$4$ a small Basket, on$4$ a Wisp of Hay; 136:113,025[A ]| Yet such our Avarice is, that$3$ every Tree 136:113,026[A ]| Pays for$4$ his Head; not Sleep itself is free: 136:113,027[A ]| Nor Place, nor Persons now are Sacred held, 136:113,028[A ]| From their own Grove the Muses are expelled. 136:113,029[A ]| Into this lonely Vale our Steps we bend, 136:113,030[A ]| I and my sullen discontented Friend: 136:115,031[A ]| The Marble Caves, and Aqueducts we view; 136:115,032[A ]| But how Adulterate now, and different from the true! 136:115,033[A ]| How much more Beauteous had the Fountain been 136:115,034[A ]| Embellished with her first Created Green, 136:115,035[A ]| Where Crystal Streams through living Turf had run, 136:115,036[A ]| Contented with an Urn of Native Stone! 136:115,037[A ]| Then thus Umbricius, (with an Angry Frown, 136:115,038[A ]| And looking back on$4$ this degenerate Town.) 136:115,039[A ]| Since Noble Arts in$4$ Rome have no$2$ support, 136:115,040[A ]| And ragged Virtue not a Friend at Court, 136:115,041[A ]| No$2$ Profit rises from the ungrateful Stage, 136:115,042[A ]| My Poverty increasing with my Age. 136:115,043[A ]| It is time to$9$ give my just Disdain a vent, 136:115,044[A ]| And, Cursing, leave so$5#1$ base a Government. 136:115,045[A ]| Where Dedalus his borrowed Wings laid by$5$, 136:115,046[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ obscure Retreat I choose to$9$ fly: 136:115,047[A ]| While yet few furrows on$4$ my Face are seen, 136:115,048[A ]| While I walk upright, and Old Age is green, 136:115,049[A ]| And Lachesis has somewhat left to$9$ spin. 136:115,050[A ]| Now, now it is time to$9$ quit this cursed place; 136:115,051[A ]| And hide from Villains my too honest Face: 136:115,052[A ]| Here let Arturius live, and such as he; 136:115,053[A ]| Such Manners will$1$ with such a Town agree. 136:115,054[A ]| Knaves who$6#1$ in$4$ full Assemblies have the knack 136:115,055[A ]| Of turning Truth to$4$ Lies, and White to$4$ Black: 136:115,056[A ]| Can hire large Houses, and oppress the Poor 136:115,057[A ]| By$4$ farmed Excise; can cleanse the Common-shore; 136:115,058[A ]| And rent the Fishery; can bear the dead; 136:115,059[A ]| And teach their Eyes dissembled Tears to$9$ shed: 136:115,060[A ]| All this for$4$ Gain; for$4$ Gain they sell their very Head. 136:115,061[A ]| These Fellows (see what Fortune's power can do) 136:115,062[A ]| Were once the Minstrels of a Country Show: 136:115,063[A ]| Followed the Prizes through each paltry Town, 136:115,064[A ]| By$4$ Trumpet-Cheeks, and Bloated Faces known: 136:115,065[A ]| But now, grown rich, on$4$ drunken Holy-days, 136:117,066[A ]| At their own Costs exhibit Public Plays; 136:117,067[A ]| Where influenced by$4$ the Rabble's bloody will$0$, 136:117,068[A ]| With Thumbs bent back, they popularly kill. 136:117,069[A ]| From thence returned, their sordid Avarice rakes 136:117,070[A ]| In$4$ Excrements again, and hires the Jakes. 136:117,071[A ]| Why hire they not the Town, not everything, 136:117,072[A ]| Since such as they have Fortune in$4$ a String? 136:117,073[A ]| Who$6#1$, for$4$ her pleasure, can her Fools advance; 136:117,074[A ]| And toss them topmost on$4$ the Wheel of Chance. 136:117,075[A ]| What is Rome to$4$ me, what business have I there, 136:117,076[A ]| I who$6#1$ can neither lie nor falsely Swear; 136:117,077[A ]| Nor praise my Patron's undeserving Rhymes, 136:117,078[A ]| Nor yet comply with him, nor with his Times? 136:117,079[A ]| Unskilled in$4$ Schemes by$4$ Planets to$9$ foreshow 136:117,080[A ]| Like$4$ Canting Rascals, how the Wars will$1$ go: 136:117,081[A ]| I neither will$1$, nor can Prognosticate 136:117,082[A ]| To$4$ the young gaping Heir, his Father's Fate: 136:117,083[A ]| Nor in$4$ the Entrails of a Toad have pried, 136:117,084[A ]| Nor carried Bawdy Presents to$4$ a Bride: 136:117,085[A ]| For$4$ want of these Town Virtues, thus, alone, 136:117,086[A ]| I go conducted on$4$ my way by$4$ none: 136:117,087[A ]| Like$4$ a dead Member from the Body rent; 136:117,088[A ]| Maimed and unuseful to$4$ the Government. 136:117,089[A ]| Who$6#2$ now is loved, but he who$6#1$ loves the Times, 136:117,090[A ]| Conscious of close Intrigues, and dipped in$4$ Crimes: 136:117,091[A ]| Labouring with Secrets which$6#1$ his Bosom burn, 136:117,092[A ]| Yet never must to$4$ public light return; 136:117,093[A ]| They get Reward alone who$6#1$ can Betray: 136:117,094[A ]| For$4$ keeping honest Counsels none will$1$ pay. 136:117,095[A ]| He who$6#1$ can Verres, when he will$1$, accuse, 136:117,096[A ]| The Purse of Verres may at Pleasure use: 136:117,097[A ]| But let not all the Gold which$6#1$ Tagus hides, 136:117,098[A ]| And pays the Sea in$4$ Tributary Tides, 136:117,099[A ]| Be Bribe sufficient to$9$ corrupt thy Breast; 136:117,100[A ]| Or violate with Dreams thy peaceful rest. 136:119,101[A ]| Great Men with jealous Eyes the Friend behold, 136:119,102[A ]| Whose secrecy they purchase with their God. 136:119,103[A ]| I haste to$9$ tell thee, nor shall Shame oppose, 136:119,104[A ]| What Confidants our Wealthy Romans chose: 136:119,105[A ]| And whom I most abhor: To$9$ speak my Mind, 136:119,106[A ]| I hate, in$4$ Rome, a Grecian Town to$9$ find: 136:119,107[A ]| To$9$ see the Scum of Greece transplanted here, 136:119,108[A ]| Received like$4$ gods, is what I can not bear. 136:119,109[A ]| Nor Greeks alone, but Syrians here abound, 136:119,110[A ]| Obscene Orontes diving under Ground, 136:119,111[A ]| Conveys his Wealth to$4$ Tyber's hungry Shores, 136:119,112[A ]| And fattens Italy with Foreign Whores: 136:119,113[A ]| Hither their crooked Harps and Customs come; 136:119,114[A ]| All find Receipt in$4$ Hospitable Rome. 136:119,115[A ]| The Barbarous Harlots crowd the Public Place: 136:119,116[A ]| Go Fools, and purchase an unclean Embrace; 136:119,117[A ]| The painted Mitre court, and the more painted Face. 136:119,118[A ]| Old Romulus, and Father Mars look down, 136:119,119[A ]| Your Herdsman Primitive, your homely Clown 136:119,120[A ]| Is turned a Beau in$4$ a loose tawdry Gown. 136:119,121[A ]| His once unkempt, and horrid Locks, behold 136:119,122[A ]| Stilling sweet Oil; his Neck enchained with Gold: 136:119,123[A ]| Aping the Foreigners, in$4$ every Dress; 136:119,124[A ]| Which$6#1$, bought at greater cost, becomes him less. 136:119,125[A ]| Meantime they wisely leave their Native Land, 136:119,126[A ]| From Sycion, Samos, and from Alaband, 136:119,127[A ]| And Amydon, to$4$ Rome they Swarm in$4$ Shoals: 136:119,128[A ]| So$5#1$ Sweet and Easy is the Gain from Fools. 136:119,129[A ]| Poor Refugees at first, they purchase here: 136:119,130[A ]| And, soon as Denizened, they domineer: 136:119,131[A ]| Grow to$4$ the Great, a flattering Servile Rout: 136:119,132[A ]| Work themselves inward, and their Patrons out: 136:119,133[A ]| Quick Witted, Brazen-faced, with fluent Tongues, 136:119,134[A ]| Patient of Labours, and dissembling Wrongs. 136:121,135[A ]| Riddle me this, and guess him if you can, 136:121,136[A ]| Who$6#1$ bears a Nation in$4$ a single Man? 136:121,137[A ]| A Cook, a Conjurer, a Rhetorician, 136:121,138[A ]| A Painter, Pedant, a Geometrician, 136:121,139[A ]| A Dancer on$4$ the Ropes, and a Physician. 136:121,140[A ]| All things the hungry Greek exactly knows: 136:121,141[A ]| And bid him go to$4$ Heaven, to$4$ Heaven he goes: 136:121,142[A ]| In$4$ short, no$2$ Scythian, Moor, or Thracian Born, 136:121,143[A ]| But in$4$ that$6#2$ Town which$6#1$ Arms and Arts adorn. 136:121,144[A ]| Shall he be placed above me at the Board, 136:121,145[A ]| In$4$ Purple Clothed, and lolling like$4$ a Lord? 136:121,146[A ]| Shall he before me sign, whom the other Day 136:121,147[A ]| A small-craft Vessel hither did convey; 136:121,148[A ]| Where, stowed with Prunes, and rotten Figs, he lay? 136:121,149[A ]| How little is the Privilege become 136:121,150[A ]| Of being born a Citizen of Rome! 136:121,151[A ]| The Greeks get all by$4$ fulsome Flatteries; 136:121,152[A ]| A most peculiar Stroke they have at Lies. 136:121,153[A ]| They make a Wit of their Insipid Friend; 136:121,154[A ]| His blubber-Lips and beetle-Brows commend: 136:121,155[A ]| His long Crane Neck, and narrow Shoulders Praise; 136:121,156[A ]| You would think they were describing Hercules. 136:121,157[A ]| A creaking Voice for$4$ a clear Treble goes; 136:121,158[A ]| Though harsher than a Cock that$6#1$ Treads and Crows. 136:121,159[A ]| We can as grossly Praise; but, to$4$ our Grief, 136:121,160[A ]| No$2$ Flattery but from Grecians gains Belief. 136:121,161[A ]| Besides these Qualities, we must agree 136:121,162[A ]| They Mimic better on$4$ the Stage than we: 136:121,163[A ]| The Wife, the Whore, the Shepherdess they Play, 136:121,164[A ]| In$4$ such a Free, and such a Graceful way, 136:121,165[A ]| That$3$ we believe a very Woman shown; 136:121,166[A ]| And fancy something underneath the Gown. 136:121,167[A ]| But not Antiochus, nor Stratocles, 136:121,168[A ]| Our Ears and Ravished Eyes can only please: 136:121,169[A ]| The Nation is composed of such as these. 136:121,170[A ]| All Greece is one Comedian: Laugh, and they 136:123,171[A ]| Return it louder than an Ass can bray: 136:123,172[A ]| Grieve, and they Grieve; if you weep silently, 136:123,173[A ]| There seems a silent Echo in$4$ their Eye: 136:123,174[A ]| They can not Mourn like$4$ you; but they can Cry. 136:123,175[A ]| Call for$4$ a Fire, their Winter Clothes they take: 136:123,176[A ]| Begin but you to$9$ shiver, and they shake: 136:123,177[A ]| In$4$ Frost and Snow, if you complain of Heat, 136:123,178[A ]| They rub the unsweating Brow, and Swear they Sweat. 136:123,179[A ]| We live not on$4$ the Square with such as these: 136:123,180[A ]| Such are our Betters who$6#1$ can better please: 136:123,181[A ]| Who$6#1$ Day and Night are like$4$ a Looking-Glass; 136:123,182[A ]| Still ready to$9$ reflect their Patron's Face. 136:123,183[A ]| The Panegyric Hand, and lifted Eye, 136:123,184[A ]| Prepared for$4$ some new Piece of Flattery: 136:123,185[A ]| Even Nastiness, Occasions will$1$ afford: 136:123,186[A ]| They praise a belching, or well-pissing Lord. 136:123,187[A ]| Besides there is nothing Sacred, nothing free 136:123,188[A ]| From bold Attempts of their rank Lechery. 136:123,189[A ]| Through the whole Family their labours run; 136:123,190[A ]| The Daughter is debauched, the Wife is won; 136:123,191[A ]| Nor escapes the Bridegroom, or the blooming Son. 136:123,192[A ]| If none they find for$4$ their lewd purpose fit, 136:123,193[A ]| They with the Walls and very Floors commit. 136:123,194[A ]| They search the Secrets of the House, and so$3$ 136:123,195[A ]| Are worshipped there, and feared for$4$ what they know. 136:123,196[A ]| And, now we talk of Grecians, cast a view 136:123,197[A ]| On$4$ what, in$4$ Schools, their Men of Morals do: 136:123,198[A ]| A rigid Stoic his own Pupil slew. 136:123,199[A ]| A Friend, against a Friend, of his own Cloth, 136:123,200[A ]| Turned Evidence, and murdered on$4$ his Oath. 136:123,201[A ]| What room is left for$4$ Romans, in$4$ a Town 136:123,202[A ]| Where Grecians Rule, and Cloaks control the Gown? 136:123,203[A ]| Some Diphilus or some Protogenes, 136:123,204[A ]| Look sharply out, our Senators to$9$ seize: 136:123,205[A ]| Engross them wholly, by$4$ their Native Art, 136:125,206[A ]| And fear no$2$ Rivals in$4$ their Bubbles heart: 136:125,207[A ]| One drop of Poison in$4$ my Patron's Ear, 136:125,208[A ]| One slight suggestion of a senseless fear, 136:125,209[A ]| Infused with cunning, serves to$9$ ruin me: 136:125,210[A ]| Disgraced and banished from the Family. 136:125,211[A ]| In$4$ vain forgotten Services I boast; 136:125,212[A ]| My long dependence in$4$ an hour is lost: 136:125,213[A ]| Look round the World, what Country will$1$ appear, 136:125,214[A ]| Where Friends are left with greater ease than here? 136:125,215[A ]| At Rome (nor think me partial to$4$ the Poor) 136:125,216[A ]| All Offices of ours are out of Door: 136:125,217[A ]| In$4$ vain we rise, and to$4$ their Levees run; 136:125,218[A ]| My Lord himself is up$5$, before, and gone: 136:125,219[A ]| The Praetor bids his Lictors mend their pace; 136:125,220[A ]| Lest his Colleague outstrip him in$4$ the Race: 136:125,221[A ]| The childless Matrons are, long since, awake; 136:125,222[A ]| And, for$4$ Affronts, the tardy Visits take. 136:125,223[A ]| It is frequent, here, to$9$ see a free-born Son 136:125,224[A ]| On$4$ the left-hand of a Rich Hireling run: 136:125,225[A ]| Because the wealthy Rogue can throw away, 136:125,226[A ]| For$4$ half a Brace of Bouts, a Tribune's pay: 136:125,227[A ]| But you, poor Sinner, though you love the Vice, 136:125,228[A ]| And like$4$ the Whore, demur upon$4$ the Price: 136:125,229[A ]| And, frighted with the wicked Sum, forbear 136:125,230[A ]| To$9$ lend a hand, and help her from the Chair. 136:125,231[A ]| Produce a Witness of unblemished life, 136:125,232[A ]| Holy as Numa, or as Numa's Wife, 136:125,233[A ]| Or him who$6#1$ bid the unhallowed Flames retire; 136:125,234[A ]| And snatched the trembling Goddess from the Fire: 136:125,235[A ]| The Question is not put how far extends 136:125,236[A ]| His Piety, but what he yearly spends: 136:125,237[A ]| Quick, to$4$ the Business; how he Lives and Eats; 136:125,238[A ]| How largely Gives, how splendidly he Treats: 136:125,239[A ]| How many thousand Acres feed his Sheep, 136:125,240[A ]| What are his Rents, what Servants does he keep? 136:127,241[A ]| The Account is soon cast up$5$; the Judges rate 136:127,242[A ]| Our Credit in$4$ the Court, by$4$ our Estate. 136:127,243[A ]| Swear by$4$ our Gods, or those the Greeks adore, 136:127,244[A ]| Thou art as sure Forsworn, as thou art Poor: 136:127,245[A ]| The Poor must gain their Bread by$4$ Perjury: 136:127,246[A ]| And even the Gods, that$6#1$ other Means deny, 136:127,247[A ]| In$4$ Conscience must absolve them, when they lie. 136:127,248[A ]| Add, that$3$ the Rich have still a Gibe in$4$ store: 136:127,249[A ]| And will$1$ be monstrous witty on$4$ the Poor: 136:127,250[A ]| For$4$ the torn Surtout and the tattered Vest, 136:127,251[A ]| The Wretch and all his Wardrobe are a Jest: 136:127,252[A ]| The greasy Gown, sullied with often turning, 136:127,253[A ]| Gives a good hint, to$9$ say The Man is in$4$ Mourning: 136:127,254[A ]| Or if the Shoe be ripped, or patches put, 136:127,255[A ]| He is wounded! see the Plaster on$4$ his Foot, 136:127,256[A ]| Want is the Scorn of every Wealthy Fool: 136:127,257[A ]| And Wit in$4$ Rags is turned to$4$ Ridicule. 136:127,258[A ]| Pack hence, and from the Covered Benches rise, 136:127,259[A ]| (The Master of the Ceremonies cries) 136:127,260[A ]| This is no$2$ place for$4$ you, whose small Estate 136:127,261[A ]| Is not the Value of the settled Rate: 136:127,262[A ]| The sons of happy Punks, the Pandar's Heir, 136:127,263[A ]| Are privileged to$9$ sit in$4$ triumph there; 136:127,264[A ]| To$9$ clap the first, and rule the Theatre. 136:127,265[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the Galleries, for$4$ shame, retreat: 136:127,266[A ]| For$3$, by$4$ the Roscian Law, the Poor can claim no$2$ Seat. 136:127,267[A ]| Whoever brought to$4$ his rich Daughter's Bed 136:127,268[A ]| The Man that$6#1$ polled but Twelve-pence for$4$ his Head? 136:127,269[A ]| Whoever named a poor Man for$4$ his Heir, 136:127,270[A ]| Or called him to$9$ assist the Judging Chair? 136:127,271[A ]| The Poor were wise, who$6#1$ by$4$ the Rich oppressed, 136:127,272[A ]| Withdrew, and sought a Sacred Place of Rest. 136:127,273[A ]| Once they did well, to$9$ free themselves from Scorn; 136:127,274[A ]| But had done better never to$9$ return. 136:129,275[A ]| Rarely they rise by$4$ Virtue's aid, who$6#1$ lie 136:129,276[A ]| Plunged in$4$ the depth of helpless Poverty. 136:129,277[A ]| At Rome it is worse: where House-rent by$4$ the Year, 136:129,278[A ]| And Servants Bellies cost too Devilish dear; 136:129,279[A ]| And Tavern Bills run high for$4$ hungry Cheer. 136:129,280[A ]| To$9$ drink or eat in$4$ Earthen Ware we scorn, 136:129,281[A ]| Which$6#1$ cheaply Country Cupboards does adorn: 136:129,282[A ]| And coarse blue Hoods on$4$ Holydays are worn. 136:129,283[A ]| Some distant parts of Italy are known, 136:129,284[A ]| Where none, but only dead Men, wear a Gown: 136:129,285[A ]| On$4$ Theatres of Turf, in$4$ homely State, 136:129,286[A ]| Old Plays they act, old Feats they Celebrate: 136:129,287[A ]| The same rude Song returns upon$4$ the Crowd; 136:129,288[A ]| And, by$4$ Tradition, is for$4$ Wit allowed. 136:129,289[A ]| The mimic Yearly gives the same Delights: 136:129,290[A ]| And in$4$ the Mother's Arms the Clownish Infant frights. 136:129,291[A ]| Their Habits (undistinguished, by$4$ degree) 136:129,292[A ]| Are plain, alike; the same Simplicity, 136:129,293[A ]| Both on$4$ the Stage, and in$4$ the Pit, you see. 136:129,294[A ]| In$4$ his white Cloak the Magistrate appears; 136:129,295[A ]| The Country Bumpkin the same Livery wears. 136:129,296[A ]| But here, Attired beyond our Purse we go, 136:129,297[A ]| For$4$ useless Ornament and flaunting Show: 136:129,298[A ]| We take on$4$ trust, in$4$ Purple Robes to$9$ shine; 136:129,299[A ]| And Poor, are yet Ambitious to$9$ be fine. 136:129,300[A ]| This is a common Vice; though all things here 136:129,301[A ]| Are sold, and sold unconscionably dear. 136:129,302[A ]| What will$1$ you give that$3$ Cossus may but view 136:129,303[A ]| Your Face, and in$4$ the Crowd distinguish you; 136:129,304[A ]| May take your Incense like$4$ a gracious God; 136:129,305[A ]| And answer only with a Civil Nod? 136:129,306[A ]| To$9$ please our Patrons, in$4$ this vicious Age, 136:129,307[A ]| We make our Entrance by$4$ the Favourite Page: 136:129,308[A ]| Shave his first down, and when he Polls his Hair, 136:129,309[A ]| The Consecrated Locks to$4$ Temples bear: 136:129,310[A ]| Pay Tributary Cracknels, which$6#1$ he sells: 136:129,311[A ]| And, with our Offerings, help to$9$ raise his Vails. 136:131,312[A ]| Who$6#2$ fears, in$4$ Country Towns, a House's fall, 136:131,313[A ]| Or to$9$ be caught between a Riven Wall? 136:131,314[A ]| But we Inhabit a weak City, here; 136:131,315[A ]| Which$6#1$ Buttresses and Props but scarcely bear: 136:131,316[A ]| And it is the Village Masons daily Calling, 136:131,317[A ]| To$9$ keep the World's Metropolis from falling; 136:131,318[A ]| To$9$ cleanse the Gutters, and the Chinks to$9$ close; 136:131,319[A ]| And, for$4$ one Night, secure his Lord's Repose. 136:131,320[A ]| At Cumae we can sleep, quite round the Year: 136:131,321[A ]| Nor Falls, nor Fires, nor Nightly Dangers fear; 136:131,322[A ]| While rolling Flames from Roman Turrets fly, 136:131,323[A ]| And the pale Citizens for$4$ Buckets cry. 136:131,324[A ]| Thy Neighbour has Removed his Wretched Store 136:131,325[A ]| (Few Hands will$1$ rid the Lumber of the Poor) 136:131,326[A ]| Thy own third Story smokes; while thou, supine, 136:131,327[A ]| Art drenched in$4$ Fumes of undigested Wine. 136:131,328[A ]| For$3$ if the lowest Floors already burn, 136:131,329[A ]| Cock-lofts and Garrets soon will$1$ take the Turn: 136:131,330[A ]| Where thy tame Pigeons next the Tiles were bred, 136:131,331[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ their Nests unsafe, are timely fled. 136:131,332[A ]| Codrus had but one Bed, so$5#1$ short to$4$ boot, 136:131,333[A ]| That$3$ his short Wife's short Legs hung dangling out: 136:131,334[A ]| His Cupboard's Head, six Earthen Pitchers graced, 136:131,335[A ]| Beneath them was his Trusty Tankard placed: 136:131,336[A ]| And, to$9$ support this Noble Plate, there lay 136:131,337[A ]| A bending Chiron cast from honest Clay: 136:131,338[A ]| His few Greek Books a rotten Chest contained; 136:131,339[A ]| Whose Covers much of mouldiness complained: 136:131,340[A ]| Where Mice and Rats devoured Poetic Bread; 136:131,341[A ]| And with Heroic Verse luxuriously were fed. 136:131,342[A ]| It is true, poor Codrus nothing had to$9$ boast, 136:131,343[A ]| And yet poor Codrus all that$6#2$ Nothing lost: 136:131,344[A ]| Begged naked through the Streets of wealthy Rome; 136:131,345[A ]| And found not one to$9$ feed, or take him home. 136:133,346[A ]| But if the Palace of Arturius burn, 136:133,347[A ]| The Nobles change their Clothes, the Matrons mourn; 136:133,348[A ]| The City Praetor will$1$ no$2$ Pleadings hear; 136:133,349[A ]| The very Name of Fire we hate and fear: 136:133,350[A ]| And look aghast, as if the Gauls were here. 136:133,351[A ]| While yet it burns, the officious Nation flies, 136:133,352[A ]| Some to$9$ condole, and some to$9$ bring supplies: 136:133,353[A ]| One sends him Marble to$9$ rebuild; and one 136:133,354[A ]| White naked Statues of the Parian Stone, 136:133,355[A ]| The Work of Polyclete, that$6#1$ seem to$9$ live; 136:133,356[A ]| While others, Images for$4$ Altars give: 136:133,357[A ]| One Books and, Screens, and Pallas to$4$ the Breast; 136:133,358[A ]| Another Bags of Gold; and he gives best. 136:133,359[A ]| Childless Arturius, vastly rich before, 136:133,360[A ]| Thus by$4$ his Losses multiplies his Store: 136:133,361[A ]| Suspected for$4$ Accomplice to$4$ the Fire, 136:133,362[A ]| That$6#1$ burnt his Palace but to$9$ build it higher. 136:133,363[A ]| But, could you be content to$9$ bid adieu 136:133,364[A ]| To$4$ the dear Play-house, and the Players too, 136:133,365[A ]| Sweet Country Seats are purchased everywhere, 136:133,366[A ]| With Lands and Gardens, at less price, than here 136:133,367[A ]| You hire a darksome Doghole by$4$ the year: 136:133,368[A ]| A small Convenience, decently prepared, 136:133,369[A ]| A shallow Well, that$6#1$ rises in$4$ your yard, 136:133,370[A ]| That$6#1$ spreads his easy Crystal Streams around; 136:133,371[A ]| And waters all the pretty spot of Ground. 136:133,372[A ]| There, love the Fork; thy Garden cultivate; 136:133,373[A ]| And give thy frugal Friends a Pythagorean Treat. 136:133,374[A ]| It is somewhat to$9$ be Lord of some small Ground; 136:133,375[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ a Lizard may, at least, turn round. 136:133,376[A ]| It is frequent, here, for$4$ want of sleep to$9$ die; 136:133,377[A ]| Which$6#1$ Fumes of undigested Feasts deny; 136:133,378[A ]| And, with imperfect heat, in$4$ languid Stomachs fry. 136:133,379[A ]| What House secure from noise the poor can keep, 136:135,380[A ]| When even the Rich can scarce afford to$9$ sleep? 136:135,381[A ]| So$5#1$ dear it costs to$9$ purchase Rest in$4$ Rome; 136:135,382[A ]| And hence the sources of Diseases come. 136:135,383[A ]| The Drover who$6#1$ his Fellow-drover meets, 136:135,384[A ]| In$4$ narrow passages of winding Streets; 136:135,385[A ]| The Waggoners, that$6#1$ curse their standing Teams, 136:135,386[A ]| Would wake even drowsy Drusus from his Dreams. 136:135,387[A ]| And yet the Wealthy will$1$ not brook delay; 136:135,388[A ]| But sweep above our Heads, and make their way, 136:135,389[A ]| In$4$ lofty Litters born; and read, and write, 136:135,390[A ]| Or sleep at case: The Shutters make it Night. 136:135,391[A ]| Yet still he reaches, first, the Public Place: 136:135,392[A ]| The press before him stops the Client's pace. 136:135,393[A ]| The Crowd that$6#1$ follows, crush his panting sides: 136:135,394[A ]| And trip his heels; he walks not, but he rides. 136:135,395[A ]| One Elbows him, one jostles in$4$ the Shoal: 136:135,396[A ]| A Rafter breaks his Head, or Chairman's Pole: 136:135,397[A ]| Stockinged with loads of fat Town-dirt he goes; 136:135,398[A ]| And some Rogue-Soldier, with his Hob-nailed Shoos, 136:135,399[A ]| Indents his Legs behind in$4$ bloody rows. 136:135,400[A ]| See with what Smoke our Doles we celebrate 136:135,401[A ]| A hundred Chests, invited, walk in$4$ state: 136:135,402[A ]| A hundred hungry Slaves, with their Dutch Kitchens wait. 136:135,403[A ]| Huge Pans the Wretches on$4$ their heads must bear; 136:135,404[A ]| Which$6#1$ scarce Gigantic Corbulo could rear: 136:135,405[A ]| Yet they must walk upright beneath the load; 136:135,406[A ]| Nay run, and running, blow the sparkling flames abroad. 136:135,407[A ]| Their Coats, from botching newly brought, are torn: 136:135,408[A ]| Unwieldy Timber-trees, in$4$ Waggons borne, 136:135,409[A ]| Stretched at their length, beyond their Carriage lie; 136:135,410[A ]| That$6#1$ nod, and threaten ruin from on$4$ high. 136:135,411[A ]| For$3$, should their Axle break, its overthrow 136:135,412[A ]| Would crush, and pound to$4$ dust, the Crowd below: 136:135,413[A ]| Nor Friends their Friends, nor Sires their Sons could know: 136:135,414[A ]| Nor Limbs, nor Bones, nor Carcass would remain; 136:137,415[A ]| But a mashed heap, a Hotchpotch of the Slain. 136:137,416[A ]| One vast destruction; not the Soul alone, 136:137,417[A ]| But Bodies, like$4$ the Soul, invisible are flown. 136:137,418[A ]| Meantime, unknowing of their Fellow's Fate, 136:137,419[A ]| The Servants wash the Platter, scour the Plate, 136:137,420[A ]| Then blow the Fire, with puffing Cheeks, and lay 136:137,421[A ]| The Rubbers, and the Bathing-sheets display; 136:137,422[A ]| And oil them first; and each is handy in$4$ his way. 136:137,423[A ]| But he, for$4$ whom this busy care they take, 136:137,424[A ]| Poor Ghost, is wandering by$4$ the Stygian Lake: 136:137,425[A ]| Affrighted with the Ferryman's grim Face; 136:137,426[A ]| New to$4$ the Horrors of that$6#2$ uncouth place: 136:137,427[A ]| His passage begs with unregarded Prayer: 136:137,428[A ]| And wants two Farthings to$9$ discharge his Fare. 136:137,429[A ]| Return we to$4$ the Dangers of the Night; 136:137,430[A ]| And, first, behold our Houses' dreadful height: 136:137,431[A ]| From whence come broken Potsherds tumbling down; 136:137,432[A ]| And leaky Ware, from Garret Windows thrown: 136:137,433[A ]| Well may they break our Heads, that$6#1$ mark the flinty Stone. 136:137,434[A ]| It is want of Sense to$9$ sup abroad too late; 136:137,435[A ]| Unless thou first hast settled thy Estate. 136:137,436[A ]| As many Fates attend, thy Steps to$9$ meet, 136:137,437[A ]| As there are waking Windows in$4$ the Street. 136:137,438[A ]| Bless the good Gods, and think thy chance is rare 136:137,439[A ]| To$9$ have a Piss-pot only for$4$ thy share. 136:137,440[A ]| The scouring Drunkard, if he does not fight 136:137,441[A ]| Before his Bed-time, takes no$2$ rest that$6#2$ Night. 136:137,442[A ]| Passing the tedious Hours in$4$ greater pain 136:137,443[A ]| Than stern Achilles, when his Friend was slain: 136:137,444[A ]| It is so$5#1$ ridiculous, but so$5#1$ true withal, 136:137,445[A ]| A Bully can not sleep without a Brawl. 136:137,446[A ]| Yet though his youthful Blood be fired with Wine, 136:137,447[A ]| He wants not Wit, the Danger to$9$ decline: 136:137,448[A ]| Is cautious to$9$ avoid the Coach and Six, 136:139,449[A ]| And on$4$ the Lacqueys will$1$ no$2$ Quarrel fix. 136:139,450[A ]| His Train of Flambeaus, and Embroidered Coat 136:139,451[A ]| May Privilege my Lord to$9$ walk secure on$4$ Foot. 136:139,452[A ]| But me, who$6#1$ must by$4$ Moon-light homeward bend, 136:139,453[A ]| Or lighted only with a Candle's end, 136:139,454[A ]| Poor me he fights, if that$6#2$ be fighting, where 136:139,455[A ]| He only Cudgels, and I only bear. 136:139,456[A ]| He stands, and bids me stand: I must abide; 136:139,457[A ]| For$3$ he is the stronger, and is Drunk beside. 136:139,458[A ]| Where did you whet your Knife tonight, he cries, 136:139,459[A ]| And shred the Leeks that$6#1$ in$4$ your Stomach rise? 136:139,460[A ]| Whose windy Beans have stuffed your Guts, and where 136:139,461[A ]| Have your black Thumbs been dipped in$4$ Vinegar? 136:139,462[A ]| With what Companion Cobbler have you fed, 136:139,463[A ]| On$4$ old Ox-cheeks, or He-Goats tougher Head? 136:139,464[A ]| What, are you Dumb? Quick with your Answer, quick; 136:139,465[A ]| Before my Foot Salutes you with a Kick. 136:139,466[A ]| Say, in$4$ what nasty Cellar, under Ground, 136:139,467[A ]| Or what Church-Porch your Rogueship may be found? 136:139,468[A ]| Answer, or Answer not, it is all the same: 136:139,469[A ]| He lays me on$5$, and makes me bear the blame. 136:139,470[A ]| Before the Bar, for$4$ beating him, you come; 136:139,471[A ]| This is a Poor Man's Liberty in$4$ Rome. 136:139,472[A ]| You beg his Pardon; happy to$9$ retreat 136:139,473[A ]| With some remaining Teeth, to$9$ chew your Meat. 136:139,474[A ]| Nor is this all: for$3$, when Retired, you think 136:139,475[A ]| To$9$ sleep securely, when the Candles wink, 136:139,476[A ]| When every Door with Iron Chains is barred, 136:139,477[A ]| And roaring Taverns are no$2$ longer heard; 136:139,478[A ]| The Ruffian Robbers, by$4$ no$2$ Justice awed, 136:139,479[A ]| And unpaid cut-Throat Soldiers are abroad; 136:139,480[A ]| Those Venal Souls, who$6#1$ hardened in$4$ each ill 136:139,481[A ]| To$9$ save Complaints and Prosecution, kill 136:141,482[A ]| Chased from their Woods and Bogs the Padders come 136:141,483[A ]| To$4$ this vast City, as their Native Home: 136:141,484[A ]| To$9$ live at ease, and safely skulk in$4$ Rome. 136:141,485[A ]| The Forge in$4$ Fetters only is employed; 136:141,486[A ]| Our Iron Mines exhausted and destroyed. 136:141,487[A ]| In$4$ Shackles; for$3$ these Villains scarce allow 136:141,488[A ]| Goads for$4$ the Teams, and Plough-shares for$4$ the Plough. 136:141,489[A ]| Oh happy Ages of our Ancestors, 136:141,490[A ]| Beneath the Kings and Tribunitial Powers! 136:141,491[A ]| One jail did all their Criminals restrain; 136:141,492[A ]| Which$6#1$, now, the Walls of Rome can scarce contain. 136:141,493[A ]| More I could say; more Causes I could show 136:141,494[A ]| For$4$ my departure; but the Sun is low: 136:141,495[A ]| The Waggoner grows weary of my stay; 136:141,496[A ]| And whips his Horses forwards on$4$ their way. 136:141,497[A ]| Farewell; and when, like$4$ me, overwhelmed with care, 136:141,498[A ]| You to$4$ your own Aquinum shall repair, 136:141,499[A ]| To$9$ take a mouthful of sweet Country air, 136:141,500[A ]| Be mindful of your Friend; and send me word, 136:141,501[A ]| What joys your Fountains and cool Shades afford: 136:141,502[A ]| Then, to$9$ assist your Satires, I will$1$ come: 136:141,503[A ]| And add new Venom, when you write of Rome.