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Numb. 200. Saturday, February 15, 1752.

 

Nemo petit, modicis quæ mittebantur amicis A Seneca, quæ Piso bonus, quæ Cotta solebat Largiri, nempe et titulis et facibus olim Major habebatur donandi gloria: solum Poscimus, ut cænes civiliter; hoc face, et esto, Esto, ut nunc multi, dives tibi, pauper amicis.	Juv.
No man expects (for who so much a sot   Who has the times he lives in so forgot?)   What Seneca, what Piso us'd to send,   To raise, or to support a sinking friend.   Those godlike men, to wanting virtue kind,   Bounty well plac'd, preferr'd, and well design'd,   To all their titles, all that height of pow'r,   Which turns the brains of fools, and fools alone adore.   When your poor client is condemn'd t' attend,   'Tis all we ask, receive him as a friend:   Descend to this, and then we ask no more;   Rich to yourself, to all beside be poor.	Bowles.

 

TotheRAMBLER

Mr. Rambler,

SUCH is the tenderness or infirmity of many minds, that when any affliction oppresses them, they have immediate recourse to lamentation and complaint, which though it can only be allowed reasonable when evils admit of remedy, and then only when addressed to those from whom the remedy is expected, yet seems even in hopeless and incurable distresses to be natural, since those by whom it is not indulged, imagine that they give a proof of extraordinary fortitude by suppressing it.

I am one of those who, with the Sancho of Cervantes, leave to higher characters the merit of