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THE judicious Cafaubon, in his proem to this fatire, tells us, that Ariftophanes the grammarian being afked, what poem of Archilochus's Iambics he preferred before the reft; answered, the longest. His answer may justly be applied to this fifth fatire; which, being of a greater length than any of the reft, is alfo, by far, the most inftructive: for this reafon I have selected it from all the others, and inscribed it to my learned master, Doctor Busby; to whom I am not only obliged myself for the best part of my own education, and that of my two fons ; but have also received from him the first and trueft tafte of Perfius. May he be pleased to find in this tranflation, the gratitude, or at least some small acknowledgment of his unworthy fcholar, at the
distance of twenty-four years, from the time when I departed from under his tuition.
This fatire confists of two distinct parts: the first contains the praises of the ftoick philofopher Cornutus, mafter and tutor to our Perfius. It alfo declares the love and piety of Perfius, to his well-deferving mafter; and the mutual friendship which continued betwixt them, after Perfius was now grown a man. As alfo his exhortation to young noblemen, that they would enter themselves into his inftitution. From whence he makes an artful transition into the fecond part of his fubject: wherein he first complains of the floth of scholars, and afterwards perfuades them to the pursuit of their true liberty: Here our author excellently treats that paradox of the Stoicks, which affirms, that only the wife or virtuous man is free; and that all vicious men are naturally flaves. And, in the illuftration of this dogma, he takes up the remaining part of this inimitable fatire.
THE FIFTH SATIRE.
Infcribed to the Reverend Dr. BUSBY.
The Speakers PERSIUS and CORNUTU S.
F ancient ufe to poets it belongs,
To with themfelves an hundred mouths and
Whether to the well lung'd tragedian's rage
And why would'st thou these mighty morfels chufe,
Of words unchew'd, and fit to choak the Muse ?
And fuck the mists that hang o'er Helicon;
Of melting ore; nor canft thou ftrain thy throat,
Like rolling thunder till it breaks the cloud,
And the fweet accents of the peaceful gown :
Gentle or fharp, according to thy choice,
Hence draw thy theme, and to the stage permit
'Tis task enough for thee t' expose a Roman feast.
'Tis not, indeed, my talent to engage
And, through the veil of words, thou view'ft the
For this a hundred voices I defire,
To tell thee what a hundred tongues would tire;
How deeply thou art seated in my breaft.
On thy wife bofom I repos'd my head,
Sure on our birth fome friendly planet fhone;
Nature is ever various in her frame: