How in the moon such change of shapes is fou In life's cool vale let my low scene be laid; But does his walk of virtue calmly go [b] Varieties too regular for chance.] Judici added, to correct the atheistic principles of his nal. [c] bell below] Hell, for the grave, in w fenfe the word is generally used by the tranflato the Old Teftament. He would fay, That death the grave, inevitable things, as he calls them, no terrors for the good man, for him, 66 who does his walk of virtue go-" fuch a man having nothing to fear from death, if a state of infenfibility, and much to hope, if it be paffage only to a future exiftence. So fagely has Christian poet corrected the libertinifin of his pa and epicurean original who thought nothing of Happy! but, next fuch conquerors, happy they, The camps of gowned war; nor do they live Some with bold labour plough the faithless main, Some rougher ftorms in princes courts sustain. Some fwell up their flight fails with poplar fame, Charm'd with the foolish whistlings of a name [d]. Some their vain wealth to earth again commit ; With endless cares fome brooding o'er it fit. Countrey and friends are by fome wretches fold, To lie on Tyrian beds and drink in gold; No price too high for profit can be shown: Not brothers blood, nor hazards of their own. Around the world in search of it they roam, It makes ev'n their antipodes their home; Mean while, the prudent husbandman is found, 66 " [d] Charm'd with the foolish whistlings of a name] Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a namePope, Effay on Man, iv. 282. Each Each fertile month does fome new gifts presen This, the young lamb, that, the foft fleece doth With joy he fees his flocks and kids to play: He meets at door the foftest human bliffes, His chafte wife's welcome, and dear children's ki When any rural holidays invite His genius forth to innocent delight, On earth's fair bed, beneath fome facred fhade, He fings thee, Bacchus, patron of the vine, To active games and manly fport, at length, Their mirth afcends, and with fill'd veins they fee Who can the beft at better trials be. From fuch the old Hetrurian virtue rose; Such was the life the prudent Sabins chofe; Such, Remus and the god, his brother, led; From fuch firm footing Rome grew the world's head [ Su [e] world's head] After this line, in the orig nal, is inferted the following Septemque una fibi muro circumdedit arces" Such was the life that, ev'n till now, does raise HOR. Epod. Ode II. HAPPY the man, whom bounteous gods allow With his own hands paternal grounds to plough! Like the first golden mortals happy, he, From business and the cares of money free! No human storms break off at land his fleep; No loud alarms of nature on the deep: From all the cheats of law he lives fecure, Nor does th'affronts of palaces endure; Sometimes, the beauteous marriageable vine He to the lufty bridegroom elm does join; Sometimes he lops the barren trees around, And grafts new life into the fruitful wound; Sometimes he sheers his flock, and fometimes he Stores up the golden treasures of the bee. He fees his lowing herds walk o'er the plain, Whilft neighbouring hills low back to them again; And when the season, rich as well as gay, All her autumnal bounty does difplay, omitted by the tranflator, either as not feeing the force and propriety of it, or as not conceiving how this addition to the world's head could be made to look confiderable in the eyes of the common reader. How How is he pleas'd th' encreasing use to see The birds above rejoice with various strains, Nor does the roughest season of the sky, [f] innocent wars] Innocent, he means, in parison with wars on his own kind. |