A rancid boar our fathers used to praise: 
What? had they then no noses in those days? 
No:  but they wished their friends to have the treat
When tainted rather than themselves when sweet. 
O had I lived in that brave time of old,
When men were heroes, and the age was gold!

Come now, you set some store by good repute: 
In truth, its voice is softer than a lute: 
Then know, great fishes on great dishes still
Produce great scandal, let alone the bill. 
Think too of angry uncles, friends grown rude,
Nay, your own self with your own self at feud
And longing for a rope to end your pain: 
But ropes cost twopence; so you long in vain. 
“O, talk,” you say, “to Trausius:  though severe,
Such truths as these are just what he should hear: 
But I have untold property, that brings
A yearly sum, sufficient for three kings.” 
Untold indeed! then can you not expend
Your superflux on some diviner end? 
Why does one good man want while you abound? 
Why are Jove’s temples tumbling to the ground? 
O selfish! what? devote no modicum
To your dear country from so vast a sum? 
Ay, you’re the man:  the world will go your way.... 
O how your foes will laugh at you one day! 
Take measure of the future:  which will feel
More confidence in self, come woe, come weal,
He that, like you, by long indulgence plants
In body and in mind a thousand wants,
Or he who, wise and frugal, lays in stores
In view of war ere war is at the doors?

But, should you doubt what good Ofellus says,
When young I knew him, in his wealthier days: 
Then, when his means were fair, he spent and spared
Nor more nor less than now, when they’re impaired. 
Still, in the field once his, but now assigned
To an intruding veteran, you may find,
His sons and beasts about him, the good sire,
A sturdy farmer, working on for hire. 
“I ne’er exceeded”—­so you’ll hear him say—­
“Herbs and smoked gammon on a working day;
But if at last a friend I entertained,
Or there dropped in some neighbour while it rained,
I got no fish from town to grace my board,
But dined off kid and chicken like a lord: 
Raisins and nuts the second course supplied,
With a split fig, first doubled and then dried: 
Then each against the other, with a fine
To do the chairman’s work, we drank our wine,
And draughts to Ceres, so she’d top the ground
With good tall ears, our frets and worries drowned
Let Fortune brew fresh tempests, if she please,
How much can she knock off from joys like these! 
Have you or I, young fellows, looked more lean
Since this new holder came upon the scene? 
Holder, I say, for tenancy’s the most
That he, or I, or any man can boast: 
Now he has driven us out:  but him no less
His own extravagance may dispossess
Or slippery lawsuit:  in the last resort
A livelier heir will cut his tenure short. 
Ofellus’ name it bore, the field we plough,
A few years back:  it bears Umbrenus’ now: 
None has it as a fixture, fast and firm,
But he or I may hold it for a term. 
Then live like men of courage, and oppose
Stout hearts to this and each ill wind that blows.”