Columbia (Mniberoitp intfteCttpofBrtJjgoi* THE LIBRARIES GONZALEZ LODGE COLLECTION HSS THE THIRD SATIRE O F J U V E N A Tranflated into English Verse, t 4 ' B Y SAMUEL DERRICK, LONDON, Printed for R. Dodsley, in Palimall; and fold by M. Cooper, m Pater-nofter Row. MDCCLV. PR OPOSALS For Printing, by Subscription, A COLLECTION OF ORIGINAL POEMS. By SAMUEL DERRICK. SUBSCRIPTIONS are taken in by Meffrs. R. and J. Dodsley, in Pallmalh, R. Manby, in the Old Bailey •, P. Vaillant, in the Strand ; H. S. Cox, in Pater-nojler Row , Bookiellers in London ; Meffrs. Leake and Frederick, in Bath ; Mr. T. Cadel, in Wine-Street , BriJloL, Meffrs. Easton and Collins, in Salisbury Meffrs. Whetstone and Edmonds, Bookfellers in Dublin ; by Mr. F. Gentleman, and by the Author. conditions. I. The Work, which has already met with confiderable Encourage¬ ment, is now in the Prefs. II. The Price to Subfcribers is Six Shillings ; three to be paid at the Time of Subfcribing, and three on Delivery of the Book, few’d in Blue Paper. III. A few will be printed off for the Curious on Royal Paper, bound, at Ten Shillings and Six-pence each. T O THE HONORABLE Mr. SPENCER, THIS POETICAL TRANSLATION OF THE ■ . THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL IS HUMBLY INSCRI B’D B Y HIS MOST OBLIG’D AND MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT, SAMUEL DERRICK. ADVERTISEMENT. A N endeavour has been made, in the following tranflation, to adhere as clofely to the words of Juvenal, as a poetical ver- fion would admit: and if it meets that approbation from the pub¬ lic, which fome perfons of diftinguiih’d literature have thought it not unworthy of, it will be follow’d by a new tranflation of the, whole author, accompanied with notes in which feveral other perfons are concern’d. THE THIRD SATIRE OF J U V E N A L. HO’ I regret the abfence of my friend, His choice of lonely Cunue I commend; The road to Baice ; and the Sybil's feat; A fhore delightful, and a calm retreat. At Prochyta> I’d rather fix my home, 5 Than in the ftreets of proud flagitious Rome: In what wild dreary defart can be found Such fcenes of horror as in Rome abound ? A thoufand perils apprehenfion tire, From falling houfes, and rapacious fire. 1.0 B With [ 2 ] With plagues in difFrent fhapes the city’s curflj But above all, the Poets are the word : With iron lungs to read me dead they try, Regardlefs of the dogftar’s raging Iky. Near to the Conduit-gate whofe hallow’d fcene 15 Witnefs to Numd% nightly joys had been; While good Umbritius for the cart delay’d, Which all his little flock from Rome convey’d ; He figh’d to fee how chang’d the font appears j The venerable grove furcharg’d with years ; 20 The confecrated fhrines, and hallow’d fane, To barefoot Jews refign’d, for fordid gain, Wretches , whofe lives fuch indigence betray, Scarce have they food ! fcarce have their cattle hay 1 Severeft taxes yield our ftate fupplies; 25 And not a Stick efcapes the rank Excife : A nefl of reptiles now profane the grove, Once facred to Divinity and hove. Once to the Mufes did thefe {hades belong j And here they chaunted forth the facred fong. 30 View the Egerian well, where art has toil’d, And nature’s unaffedted beauties fpoil’d : More lovely far this little {pot had been, Cloath’d with a border of eternal green! If here no marble ornaments had fhone, 35 Nought but fpontaneous grafs, and native done. Um~ C 3 3 Umbritius thus exclaim’d, C{ Since here in vain “ Arts labor, and can no advantage gain; “ Since honeft Indujlry here waftes her time ; “ Let us abandon the unhappy clime: For ev’ry day improves the barren curfe, And each fucceeding morrow will be worfe. Where Dcedalus his weary’d wings refign’d, In thole bleft plains we’ll try content to find ; Ere faplefs age my limbs debilitate, Ere Lachefis fhall fhorten life’s fhort date, While yet my ftrength needs no fupport from art, While I have fenfes found, and perfed heart; Let us, to Cat ulus , forfake the land, And to Arturius , wretches, who can ftand Without a blufh, and fwear that ice is white, For darling gold, and Virtue black as night: They who, for gain , no offices refufe, Cleanfe common fewers, or rent the public ftews; With folemn pomp, flow obfoquies attend, Drudge through the river, for this darling end; Turn out a dunghilCondefcending elves! And fell their Slaves by audion—nay, themfelves l Thefe we have feen compofo the flroller’s train, And fill the trumpet’s hollow tube, for gain ; Known by their bloated cheeks through every town ; This their beginning, this their firft renown# [ 4 ] At their expence the gladiator tries His rival’s ftrength; and labors for the prize: They popularly damn with bent-back thumb, 6 5 And death’s the haplefs vidim’s certain doom. Hence to their former bafenefs they return, To each mean office Homjly would fpurn. Thefe are the men, in wantonnefs of pow’r, Whom fortune lifts, the comets of an hour. 70 What fhall I do at Rome? fince I defpife To give a lie truth’s unaffeded ’guife : Tho’ great the author, yet I can’t fubmit To praife his works, if flat, and call them wit. 1 cannot judge the wand’ring planet’s courfe; 75 Nor give their influence fuperftitious force: I will not promife to the gracelefs heir, That death no longer fhall his parents fpare: 1 am unfkill’d in all the pois’ning art; Nor can I play the Pimp's delufive part. So Let others boaft their fkill in deep intrigue, Their cunning to promote th’adult’rous league ; I fcorn to bear the prefent, which deftroys The hufband’s peace, and damps the nuptial joys: No thief, in me, a confidant can own; 85 Therefore you fee me always walk alone ; Like a limb, ufelefs, from the body lop’d. Or like a wither’d arm inadive drop’d. Who’s [ 5 ] Who’s now belov’d ? the wretch inur’d to ill! Whole burning bofom impious fecrets fill! go No honeft confidence fecures the heart; Neither to honor bound, nor true defert. Name me the man, whom Ferres moft can prize ? He, in whole hands the life of Fsrres lies. Let not the Tagus' wealthy ftreams, that roll 95 A golden tribute to the fea, control Thy thirft of honor; bribe thee from repofe; And fill thy anguifli’d heart with inmate foes: Let not the fiend of pow’r thy heart enfnare; Nor tempt thee to conceal his guilt, nor Jhare. 100 The fav’rites of the rich, whom I defpife, I muft expofe; for Spleen provok’d will rile. Who can pretend the Rowan name to own? Yet fee within Rowe's walls a Grecian town! Behold, unmov’d, while faff Orontes pours 105 Its floods of Adlers, harpers, common whores, Who range the crouded Circus round for prey; Its ftrolling train that harps and cymbals play ? Want you a Grecian Punk y with painted face ? Hafte to the Circus , ’tis their Market-place. 110 Syria and Greece their offals here import; Their manners, language, fliame the Roman court* Doft thou not grieve, §(uirinu$ x to behold Thy Sons thus differ from their Sires of old ? In- r C 6 ] Inglorious trophies now adorn their drefs; The fawning client’s robe their fhoulders prefs: Of induftry let others bear the fpoil. Degenerate Romans fo ar above the toil. From lofty Sicyon , from Amy don fome, Others from Andros , Samos y Tralles come, And the loofe Carians find their way to Rome ; Sap the foundations of domeftic peace; Expel their matter, and afliime his place : Deftin’d to want, behold the Roman fall I A fharping foreigner confumes his all. Fatter flow his, than fmooth Ifceus words, Nor earth more H^it nor Impudence affords. What name for him can lab’ring language find, Whole various character includes mankind ? Grammarian, painter, rhetorician he, 130 Or (kill’d in tumbling, conjuring, geometry : Perfumer, Surgeon, archited, or fool, Or what you will’s the hungry Grecians rule! If you command him to aflail the Iky, The willing Sycophant attempts to fly: 133 None but a native Greek could ever dare On artful wing to truft the bafelefs air. Shall he who with the laft fair wind came o’er, That brought a freight of Syrian figs to Ihore, 1 Enrol C 7 ] Enrol before me in the lifts his name ? 140 And a fuperior place at table claim ? No! let me rather fly the purple peft ; Whofe muftiroom greatnefs makes our name a jeft; In vain, alas! the Sabine olives fpread Their grateful Ihelter round my infant head ; 145 In vain I boaft that Rome s my native air, 1 When upftart Slaves our rights, our freedom {hare ; > This prudent race of Rafcals who can bear ? j Mark ! how, with hypocritic fmile, they praife Their Patrons wit, while nonfenfe he difplays; 150 Find ftriking beauties in his ugly face ; Some lively charm in ev ry failing trace; Swear his weak fhoulders, and his tott’ring head, Promile the ftrength that Hercules difplay’d, When he the Hydras feven-fold fury quell’d, 155 Or rough Antceus high in air upheld ; Hear mufic in his fqueaking voice, whofe noife Matches the hen, in copulative joys. Us would they credit, we can flatter too; But Grecian lies alone are fancy’d true. 160 Who lo excel in the comedian’s art ? Or who, like them, perform a female part ? In the fea-nymph, or courtezan, you’d fwear, The very Woman fpoke, and not the Play r. Nor [ 8 ] Nor can Antiochus contend with thefe ; 165 Ev’n Stratocles in vain may hope to pleafe ; Nor foft-ton’d Heemus can the flage adorn: The Greeks exceed them all—true Mimics born. 9 If tickled with fome quaint conceit you fmile, The fervile flatterer chuckles all the while; 170 Or if the tear Hand trembling in your eye, He does not grieve like you—but he can cry . If with the winter’s piercing cold you fhake, Straight his encumbring cloak you fee him take; Or if impatience at the heat you fliew, 175 (Quick the drop trickles from his courtly brow. We cannot equal thofe whofe various pow’r Can fhift their manners with the changing hour; A charm in each infirmity can find, Virtue in ev’ry folly of the mind. 180 Nay, in each a fearful of delay, Hurries the tardy LiSlor on his way, Left his Colleague the foremoft place fhould gain. In Media's or Albinas fawning train r Anxious all croud to be the widow’s heir, 225 Who long has wak’d to fee their fervile care. Here you behold the purfe-proud Slave aftiime. And take from fons of Senators their room; Here Catiena , with deftnuftive charms, Allures the wealthy Cully to her arms; 230 And, for a night’s enjoyment, more fhall gain Than might a Tribunes weighty charge obtain: While if you chufe the amorous fit to eale, Some common Strumpet of the pit muft pleale. No longer Scipio Najfica fhall claim, 235 Nor holy Numa , a reproachlefs name; Nor that Metellus who, with dauntlefs toil, Snatch’d the Palladium from the burning pile. If clear of cenfure you would hope to pafs, Let not one virtuous thought your mind debafe. 240 Search out the man with full profufton bleft, Of wide-extended tra&s of lands portefs’d; Whole I [ ir ] Whofe feftal board with Luxury is crown’d ; Whom an obedient troop of Slaves furround ; There Truth you’ll meet enfhrin’d amidll: his gold, 245 For wealth’s the ftandard by which honor’s told. Swear not! for vainly you the Gods invoke, A beggar’s oath with eafe is made, and broke : Safely may he infringe the ftri&eft ties. And the red arm of Jove himfelf delpile, 250 Who winks, or ought, at poor men’s perjuries. ) Should the burft fhoe his naked foot expofe, Or party-color’d garb his wants difclofe; Oh ! what a theme for ceafelefs ridicule ! How fhake the fides of ev’ry purfe-proud fool! 255 He, who o’erfees the pit, with boldnefs, cries. Hence, from th’equeftrian feat, for fhame arife, The laws forbid to fuch as thee to fit Among the Knights , who ornament the pit; Yet money d Bajlards may the benches grace, 260 And a Bawd's offspring dignify the place ; Here may the upftart boy deal loud applaufe, And give his train of Gladiators laws. The coxcomb, Otho , thus difpos’d the feats, Whence poor difearded Honejly retreats. 265 Can poverty e’er climb the wealthy bed ? Or empty bags with full ones hope to wed ? C 2 Who [ 12 ] Who fees a Beggar made a mifer’s heir ? Or rais’d by fortune to the Curule chair ? Long before this, the poor but honeft race 270 Should Rome have quitted, fhould have fled the place ; Far, far divided, never more return’d, By rich men feoff”d at, and by blockheads fpurn’d. But virtue, cramp’d by fortune, hardly tries, Above the harih malevolence, to rife. 275 At Rome ftill more ; a wretched lodging here, Servants and viands are exceflive dear, n And vaft expence attends a frugal cheer. j From earthen difhes now we blufli to eat; Yet were we born to the Sahellian ftate, 280 Contented we their homely food fhould fhare, And the coarfe Peafant's drefs with pleafure wear. In many parts of Italy^ I own, None dare, till death, aflume the manly gown. Oft at a country feftival I’ve feen 285 Plays tagg’d with farce divert the crouded green; Here pure fimplicity reigns all around, In ev’ry face is honeft plainnefs found ; In the fame drefs the ftage, the pit appears, -s A plain white gown the awful JEdile wears, 290V No greater mark of dignity he bears. ) Here, tho’ the Wretch has fcarce wherewith to dine, Pride goads him on, the Reptile mu ft be fine. By 295 C *3 ] By borrow’d cafh the' charge is oft defray’d, But oftener far the debt is never paid. The vice is common ; all are bent to live Beyond what fortune ever meant to give. All things are venal here—your fpleen fufpend; What would you give that Cojfus were your friend ? Or that Viento fhould a look afford, 300 Tho’ unattended by a Angle word? To thefe fome dedicate the maiden beard, Some fhave their face, in hope to be prefer’d; And with their wares the Patrons houfe is fill’d, Form’d for the tafte, in delicacy fkill’d ; 305 While honeft clients are obliged to wait, Unnotic’d, at th’ inholpitable gate ; Till with a fee thefe Farlets they fecure, And pay for bare admifilon to the door. Who e’er at cold Pr&nefte ruin fear’d, 310 Or at Volfcinium amongft mountains rear’d ; Or Tiburs Jhelving tow’r, or Gabium neat ? While here we dread our end, in ev’ry ftreet* Rome ftands on ftilts, and all the mifer’s care Is time-worn breaches flightly to repair: 315 He props the tumbling wall, and bids to bed. And fleep, tho’ Ruin threaten o’er your head. Hence let me live, where no nodhirnal noile, No fudden fire, my peace of foul defiroys. Now 320 [ »4 ] Now hoarfe Ucalegon removes his all; Scarce worth the care; you hear him loudly call For aid j for water ; while the flames arife, And, ere you know, your roof in allies lies. O’er the ground-floor, at firft, the fire extends, Quick to the upper ftory it afcends; The roof in which her eggs the pigeon lays, Defence from rain, already’s in a blaze. Than his fliort wife, ftill fhorter was the bed, Where Codrus us’d to reft his weary’d head, Six earthern jugs the cupboard-top adorn ; A can beneath ; the marble is upborn By figur’d Chiron ; in a mouldy cheft, His fav’rite bards of Greece are laid at reft; Where ruthlefs mice on facred verfes feaft. His all is little; who can this difown ? And yet that little, call it nothing, ’s gone. Reduc’d thus low, no hoft affords him meat; No hofpitable roof a kind retreat. But i {-Afturius dwelling’s in a blaze, The Senate mourns; the women in amaze; The Courts adjourn, all feeming to lament. As the whole city fhares the fad event: The very Name of fire we dread, and hate, As if the Gaul were thund’ring at the gate; 3 2 5 33° 335 340 Eager [ *5 3 Eager the damage to defray, one bears A naked polifh’d datue ; t’other fpares A piece well finifh’d by fome famous hand $ While here a female fpreads to his command. Some curious ornaments, that heretofore The ^Jiatic Gods refplendent wore. One in his lap an heap of filver throws; That bulls, and books, and cabinets, bellows. This upllart Perfian folly thus fupplies, And llrait behold on prouder columns rife His houfe, that mould’ring now in ruin lies. ’Tis drange—nor lies perhaps the tongue that fays, With his own hand Slflurius lights the blaze. Forfake the Circus games and rattling noife. To talle felicity in rural joys. For one year’s rent of fome dark cot at Rome> You’ll buy a houfe, if you’ll to Sora come • A little garden with a neighb’ring well, Whofe winding dreams your plants to ripenefs fwell. Take up t 4 ie fpade with an indudrious hand ; Manure each day, thyfelj,\ the grateful land ; You’ll foon a fead of vegetables raife, An hundred Samian fectaries to pleale. Blefs, bounteous heav’n, however fmall the Ipot, Where providence has fix’d my happy lot • [ 16 ] ’Tis fomething, fure, tho’ fcantieft limits bound, 3 70! To reign foie Monarch of a piece of ground, > Where but a Lizard fairly can turn round. J Here the lick die, depriv’d of bleep and eafe; ’Twas Indigefiion gave the rank difeafe: Who can repofe in fo much noife obtain ? 375 Riches can fcarce, in Rome , the blefling gain. Hence the diftempers rife ; the rumbling coach Their brawling drivers when they turns approach, Or meeting jar, fea-calves might keep awake, Or the repofe of drouzy Drufus break. 380 If bufinefs call the rich Man to the ftreet; We all give way, when we his Carriage meet; His ftrong Liburnians all the croud outftrip ; He, bom aloft, may read, or write, or lleep; In clofe fedan indulges foft repofe ; 385 Nor, what in crouded ftreets we buffer, knows; Safe at his journey’s end he firft arrives, While me the croud obftru&s; while this man ftrives To get before me ; t’other from behind Seems, with his load, to pufh me down inclin’d ; 390 Some with bharp Elbows my bruis’d ffdes inflame, A Tub here ftrikes my head, and there a Beam; At ev’ry ftep, fplawfeet opprefs my toe; Dirt daubs my legs; the Soldiers hob-nail’d flioe Crufhes my Corns , and ftrikes me thro’ and thro’. 395 Mark [ 1 7 ] Mark how the Sportula s with finoak purfu’d, Each bears the ready kitchen for his food ; The Arength of Corbulo were try’d in vain, Such a vaft weight of vefiels to fuftain; As, without wincing, fhaii thefe wretches bear, 400 ; While the flame’s gently winnow’d by the air, p And in the ftruggle their patch’d clothes they tear. j The laden Waggons (hake the peopled ftreet, Huge firs on one, on t’other pines you meet Of fuch vafl length, that as they pafs along, 40 5 They threat with ruin the aftonifii’d throng. Should yonder Cart , by chance, break down, and fired Its load of mafly ftones upon your head ; Bury’d beneath the weight, who e’er could find The limbs, which once were to our bodies join’d ? 410 No rpore would of the crumbled Corfe be feen, Than of the Soul, once refident within. The unfulpetfling family at home Prepare the fire againft the dole fhall come ; Some clean the plates, and fome the baths prepare, 415 Some fold the cloths: each ’tends his proper care, While he who flaould the feaft provide’s no more j Already has he reach’d the Stygian fhore; Where CharGii s grimly locks with fear imprefs; And to encreafe the wretch’s fad diflrefs, 420 D He % l »8 3 He ne’er can hope to fee the Elyfian bow’rs, For pennilefs none reach thofe happy (bores. Now to nocturnal'perils turn your eye, Rejeded Potjherds threaten from on high. And broken fefiels from the windows thrown, 425 The pavements break; and wound the very done. If you day late abroad, your Will prepare Left in the dangers of the night you fhare. As many open windows as are near, So many fatal accidents you fear; 430 Pray, and rejoice if on thy lucky head No more than Cloacina s gilts be fhed. The drunken Bully no repofe obtains, He cannot fettle his diftraded brains, Unlefs his infolence can find a vent, 435 Like Peleus fon he fwells with difcontent; With rage, with grief, his troubled mind is toft, As if he too a darling Friend bad loft: Reftlefs he roams, nor can he clofe his eyes, Till fome tough Fray the balmy fleep fupplies. 440 Tho’ hot with lufty youth, and mad with wine, Yet he has fenfe fufficient to decline The purple fenator ; t’avoid the way, Where fervants might his infolence repay, Whofe lamps and flambeaux form a fecond day. 445 Me r '9 ] Me he contemns, who trudge on foot, by night, Guided by Candies end, or Lunas light, Mark ! how the fray begins, if fray you call Where you the blows inflidl, I bear them all. He flops you fir ft, then orders you to ftand ; 450 In vain you would refill the mad command ; He’s ftronger, and compels; “ Whence come you?” cries; “ Whofe windy vi&uals in,your ftomach rife? “ Say, with what Cobler have you club’d to dine? “ With whom for leeks and onions do you join ? 455 “ Speak, or I’ll kick you, beggar, round the place*. tc Where do you live ? What temple-door dilgrace?” Reply and Silence here are both alike; Do what you will, he is refolv’d to ftrike - ; And tho’ his ftrokes have heartily imprefs’d, 460 He, in a paftion, fwears you firft tranfgrefs’d. If poor , what freedom have we in the ftate? When we, tho’ beaten, pardon mull intreat; Tho’ bruis’d with many a cuff, we’re glad to gain Leave to retire, while fome few teeth remain. 465 Nor thefe the only dangers to be fear’d; For, tho’ the houfe be fall, the windows barr’d, The fubtle thief perchance may break thro’ all; While the bafe cut-throat pins you to the wall. Such horrid Slaves as thefe the city fwarm, Whofe crimes the fear’d Inhabitants alarm. Since [ 2 ° 3 Since proper .guards* have driv’n them from their dens, In Gallinarian woods, and Pontine fens. Each Forge and Anvil groans, while they prepare I hofe fhackles which thefe Mijcreants are to wear ; 475 c Scarce have, we iron left our tools to make, The Spade, the Plough/hare , Mattock ,, or the Rake. Bleft were our Anceflors^ the times were bit ft. On Kings and Trdunes y when our laws did reft; A {ingle jail Rome’s criminals contain’d, And honeft Freedom o’er the city reign’d. More I could lay, and fuller reafons fhew. For my departure, but the Sun is low, The Team too calls, the Carter wants to go; Hark ! his whip cracks; fkrewel, remember me ; 48 5 When you would lov’d Aquinum wifh to fee, And quit the noife and knaveries of Ro>me i Let me from Cumce to the temple come ; Whether to Ceres of the Marjh you pray, Or to Diana dedicate the day ; 490 There, if you don’t defpife the aid, I’ll try, Tho’ cold the place, your fatire to fupply. THE END,