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EPISTLES.
BOOK I.
The Heads of the first Epistle.
- (1.) He shews his desire for Philosophy.
- (2.) 'Tis to be preferr'd before all.
- (3.) The People pre∣fer Gold before Vertue.
- (4.) Why He cannot a∣gree with the Crowd.
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The Heads of the first Epistle.
The Heads of the Second Epistle.
To his Friend Julius Florus. A familiar Epistle enquiring about several matters.
A familiar complement to his Friend Albius Ti∣bullus.
ALbus, the fairest Critic that I know, What shall I say that you are doing now? In Pedan fields do you design to write, More great than Cassius, and with higher flight? Or dost thou gravely walk the healthy Wood, Considering what befits the Wise and Good? For You are not all Body, void of Mind, The Gods have given a Soul of Noble kind; And Wealth and Skill enough to use thy Store: What could a Nurse for her dear Child wish more? Than that He might be Sober whilst He lives, And able to express what He conceives:To his Friend Torquatus.
He invites his Friend to a small Collation.
IF you can sit upon a paultry Seat, My Friend Torquatus, and endure to Eat A homely Dish, a Sallad all the Treat: Sir, I shall make a Feast, my Friends invite, And beg that you would Sup with me to Night. My Liquor flow'd from the Minturnian Vine, In Taurus Consulship, 'tis Common Wine; If you have better, let the Flasks be sent; Or let what I, the Lord, provide content: My Servants sweep and furnish every Room, My Dishes all are cleans'd against you come:To his Friend Numicus, where he shows the method to gain true happiness.
To his Friend Celsus.
He complains of the sickness of his Mind, and gives his Friend advice.
GO prithee, Muse, my loving thoughts express, And wish my Celsus Health and good success: And if by chance He asks thee how I do, Tell him I make a noise, a gawdy show; I promise mighty Things, I nobly strive; Yet say what ill, unpleasant Life I live: Not cause the Hail doth break my Vines, or beat My Corn, nor cause my Olives shrink with heat; Or Herds grow sickly in my Foreign Plain; No, but because my Soul is vex't with Pain, (The Body sound) it is a sharp Disease, And yet I can't endure to hear of ease: I strom at my Physitian, hate my Friend, Because they strive to wake my drowsie Mind: What's good I hate, and what will hurt approve, Unsettled still, and as wild fancies rove, At Tyber, Rome, at Rome I Tyber love. Then ask him how He doth with his Command, And how he pleaseth Claudius and his Band; If He says well, then first be sure rejoice, And after with a small instructive voice Infuse this Precept at his list'ning Ear, We will bear You, as You Your Fortune bear.He Commends his Friend Septimius to Claudius Nero.
To his Friend Fuscus Aristius.
To his Friend Bullatus, who had been Travelling; That happiness may be had any where.
To his Friend Vinnius Asella about presenting his Books to Caesar.
To his Steward, that He preferrs the Country before the City, and why.
To his Friend Vala, inquiring what he can have in the place whither he designs to retire for his Health.
Adviseth his Friend Scaeva to choose, and how to behave himself in the Great-Mens acquaintance.
To his Friend Lollius.
Advice to his Friend how to behave himself, and get the Love of all.
FRee Lollius if I rightly hit thy mind, You will be always such as you pretend, Not prove a Flatterer, and profess a Friend: For Friends and faithless Flatterers differ more, Unliker than a Matron and a Whore. But stay my Friend there is another Vice Just opposite, and almost worse than this: A Clownish roughness, and unkindly close, Unfriendly, stiff, and peevishly morose; Which doth commend her self and strive to please, With blackish Teeth, stretch't skin and Rustick dress, It prides its self, and would be thought to be Clean perfect Vertue, and meer Liberty. Vertue doth Vice, as two Extreams, divide, Drawn up from both, and leans to neither side. This headlong to obey at every Feast, To please the great Ones jeers the meaner Guest, The rich Man's Nod doth so severely dread, Corrects himself, and takes up what he said, As if you heard a trembling School-boy say His Part, or the Rehearsal of a Play. That strives for Trifles, and for Toys contends, He is in earnest, what He says, defends:TO MECAENAS.
To Augustus. A Discourse of Poetry.
To his Friend Julius Florus.
To the Pisones, or the Art of Poetry.
I read, scripta; in honoratum, &c.
Scriptor Cyclicus is not, as usually thought, Scriptor Circumforaneus, but the same with what the Greeks call'd 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, of whom see Langbain in his Notes on Longinus.