HORACE
,
Book
II
.
Ode
II
.
Quid
bellicosus
Cantaber
,
&c.
Imitated
by
Lord
B—H
.
—
PAUL
to
FAZ.
I.
NEVER
,
dear
Faz
,
torment
thy
brain
With
idle
fears
of
France
or
Spain
,
Or
any
thing
that's
foreign
:
What
can
Bavaria
do
to
us
,
What
Prussia's
monarch
,
or
the
Russ
,
Or
e'en
prince
Charles
of
Lorrain
?
II
.
Let
us
be
cheerful
whilst
we
can
,
And
lengthen
out
the
short-liv'd
span
,
Enjoying
every
hour
,
The
moon
itself
we
see
decay
,
Beauty's
the
worse
for-every
day
,
And
so's
the
sweetest
flower
.
III
.
How
oft
,
dear
Faz
,
have
we
been
told
,
That
Paul
and
Faz
are
both
grown
old
,
By
young
and
wanton
lasses
?
Then
,
since
our
time
is
now
so
short
,
Let
us
enjoy
the
only
sport
Of
tossing
off
our
glasses
.
IV
.
From
White's
we'll
move
th'
expensive
scene
,
And
steal
away
to
Richmond
Green
;
There
free
from
noise
and
riot
,
Polly
each
morn
shall
fill
our
tea
,
Spead
bread
and
butter
—
and
then
we
Each
night
get
drunk
in
quiet
.
V.
Unless
perchance
earl
L—
comes
,
As
noisy
as
a
dozen
drums
,
And
makes
an
horrid
pother
;
Else
might
we
quiet
sit
and
quaff
,
And
gently
chat
,
and
gayly
laugh
At
this
and
that
and
t'other
.
VI
.
Br—
shall
settle
what's
to
pay
,
Adjust
accompts
by
algebra
;
I'll
always
order
dinner
—
Br—
tho'
solemn
,
yet
is
sly
,
And
leers
at
Poll
with
roguish
eye
To
make
the
girl
a
sinner
.
VII
.
Powell
,
d'ye
hear
,
let's
have
the
ham
,
Some
chickens
and
a
chine
of
lamb
—
And
what
else
?
—
let's
see
—
look
ye
—
Br—
must
have
his
damn'd
boullie
,
B—
fattens
on
his
fricassee
I'll
have
my
water-suchy
.
VIII
,
When
dinner
comes
we'll
drink
about
,
No
matter
who
is
in
,
or
out
,
'Till
wine
or
sleep
o'ertake
us
;
Each
man
may
nod
,
or
nap
,
or
wink
,
And
when
it
is
our
turn
to
drink
,
Our
neighbour
then
shall
wake
us
.
IX
.
Thus
let
us
live
in
soft
retreat
,
Nor
envy
,
nor
despise
the
great
,
Submit
to
pay
our
taxes
;
With
peace
or
war
be
well
content
,
'Till
eas'd
by
a
good
parliament
,
'Till
Scroop
his
hand
relaxes
.
X.
Never
enquire
about
the
Rhine
;
But
fill
your
glass
,
and
drink
your
wine
;
Hope
things
may
mend
in
Flanders
:
The
Dutch
we
know
are
good
allies
,
So
are
they
all
with
subsidies
,
And
we
have
choice
commanders
.
XI
.
Then
here's
the
King
,
God
bless
his
grace
,
Tho'
neither
you
nor
I
have
place
,
He
hath
many
a
sage
adviser
;
And
yet
no
treason's
sure
in
this
,
Let
who
will
take
the
pray'r
amiss
,
God
send
'em
all
much
wiser
.