they ought, he endeavours to convince them of their folly, which is the main design of the whole satire._ Has winter caused thee, friend, to change thy seat,[255] And seek in Sabine air a warm retreat? Say, dost thou yet the Roman harp command? Do the strings answer to thy noble hand? Great master of the muse, inspired to sing The beauties of the first created spring; The pedigree of nature to rehearse, And sound the Maker's work, in equal verse; Now sporting on thy lyre the loves of youth,[256] Now virtuous age, and venerable truth; Expressing justly Sappho's wanton art Of odes, and Pindar's more majestic part. For me, my warmer constitution wants More cold, than our Ligurian winter grants; And therefore to my native shores retired, I view the coast old Ennius once admired; Where clifts on either side their points display, } And, after opening in an ampler way, } Afford the pleasing prospect of the bay. } 'Tis worth your while, O Romans, to regard The port of Luna, says our learned bard; Who in a drunken dream beheld his soul The fifth within the transmigrating roll;[257] Which first a peacock, then Euphorbus was, } Then Homer next, and next Pythagoras; } And, last of all the line, did into Ennius pass. } Secure and free from business of the state, And more secure of what the vulgar prate, Here I enjoy my private thoughts, nor care What rots for sheep the southern winds prepare; Survey the neighbouring fields, and not repine, When I behold a larger crop than mine: To see a beggar's brat in riches flow, Adds not a wrinkle to my even brow; Nor, envious at the sight, will I forbear My plenteous bowl, nor bate my bounteous cheer; Nor yet unseal the dregs of wine that stink Of cask, nor in a nasty flaggon drink; Let others stuff their guts with homely fare, } For men of different inclinations are, } Though born perhaps beneath one common star. } In minds and manners twins opposed we see In the same sign, almost the same degree: One, frugal, on his birth-day fears to dine, } Does at a penny's cost in herbs repine, } And hardly dares to dip his fingers in the brine; } Prepared as priest of his own rites to stand, He sprinkles pepper with a sparing hand. His jolly brother, opposite in sense, } Laughs at his thrift; and, lavish of expence, } Quaffs, crams, and guttles, in his own defence. } For me, I'll use my own, and take my share, Yet will not turbots for my slaves prepare;