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P. But how unequal it beftows, observe;
Since then, my Lord, on such a world we fall, 'Tis thus we riot, while, who sow it, starve : What say you? B. Say? Why take it, Gold What nature wants (a phrase I must distrust)
and all. Extends to luxury, extends to luit:
P. What riches give us, let us then inquire ? Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires, Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, But dreadful too, the dark aflailin hires.
clothes, and fire.
४० B. frade it may help, fociety extend
Is this too little ? would you more than live? P. But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend. 30 Alas! 'uis more than Turner finds they give. B. It raises armies in a nation's aid :
Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions past) P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd. Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! In vain may heroes fight, and patriots rave, What can they give? to dying Hopkins, heirs; II secret gold fap on from knave to knave.
To Chartres, vigour ; Japhet. nose and ears? Once, we confess; beneath the patriot's cloak, Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow, From the crack'd bag the dropping guinca (poke, In Folvia's buckle case the throbs below; And jingling down the back-liairs, told the crew, Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, « Old Cato is as great a rogue as you."
With all th' embroidery plaister'd at thy tail ? 99 Bleft paper-credit : laft and be!! supply!
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) · That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! Give Harpax telf che blessing of a friend; Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, or find some doctor that would save the life Can pocket states, can fetch or carry kings; Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife : A single leaf tall waft an army o'er,
But thousands die, without or this or that, Or sip off senates to some distant shore;
Die, and endow a college, or a cat. A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro
To fome, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow: T'enrich a bastard, or a son they hate. Pregnaut with thousands flits the scrap unseen, Perhaps you think the poor might have their And filent sells a king, or buys a queen.
part; Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see, Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his Still, as of old, encumber'd villainy!
Igo Could France or Rome divert our brave de The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule signs,
That every man in want is knave or fool :
But the good bishop, with a meeker air,
Each does but hatc his neighbour as himself : “ Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; Damn'd to the mines, an equal fate betidės “ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door : The slave that digs it, and the Nave that hides. 110 “ A hundred oxen at your levee roar.”
B. Who suffer thus, mere charity should own, Poor avarice one torment more would find; Must ad on motives powerful, though unknown. Nor could profusion squander all in kind. 60 P. Some war, fome plague, or famine, they Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet:
forelee, And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Some revelation hid from you and me. Whom, with a wig so wild, and mien so maz'd, Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found; Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd. He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound. Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and What made director cheat in South-Sea year! hozs,
To live on venison when it fold dear. Could he himself have sent it to the dogs? Ask you why Phrync the whole auction buys ? His Grace will game: to White's a bull beled, Phryne foresees a general excile.
12 With spurning heels and with a butting head. Why the and Sappho raise that monstrous sum? To White's be carry'd as to ancient games, Alas! they fear a man will coft a plum. Fair coursors, vales, and alluring danes. 70
Wise Peter fces the world's respea for gold, Shall then Uxorio, if the takes he sweep,
And therefore hopes this nation may be sold : Bear him fix whoree, and make his lady weep? Glorious ambition ! Peter, swell thy store, Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine,
And be what Rome's great Didius was before. Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine ?
The crown of Poland, venal twice an age, Oh filthy check on all industrious skill,
To just three millions stinted modelt Gage. To spoil the nation's last great trade, quadrille! But nobler scenes, Maria's dreams unfuld,
Hereditary realms, and worlds of gold. 130
Ver. 77. Since then, &c.] In thc former Ed. Well then, since with the world we stand or fall,
Congenial fouls; whole life one avarice joins, Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er,
Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.
Not so his son: he mark'd this oversight,
What slaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine, * And judges job, ard bishops bite the town, Fill the capacious 'squire, and deep divine ! < And mighty dukes pack cards for half a crown. Yet no mean motives this profusion draws, " See Britain sunk in lucre's sordid charms, His oxen perish in his country's cause; " And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's 'Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup, « arms!"
(brain, And zeal for that great house which eats him up. 'Twas no court badge, great scrivener, fir'd thy The woods recede around the naked seat,
209 Nor lordly luxury, nor city gain :
The Sylvans groan—no matter-for the fleet : No, 'twas thy righteous end, alham'd to see Next goes his wool-to clothe our valiant bands : Senates degenerate, patriots disagree,
Lait, for his country's love, he fells his lands. And nobly wishing party-rage to cease,
To town he comes, completes the nation's hope, To buy both sides, and give thy country peace.
And heads the bold train-bands, and burns a Fope.
In vain at court the bankrupt pleads his cause,
T'enjoy them, and the virtue to impart,
Not sunk by floth, not rais'd by servicude;
Join with æconomy, magnificence;
230 Builds life on death, on change duration founds, (Whole meafare full o'erflows on human race) And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds. Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace.
Riches, like insects, when conceal’d they lie, Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd;
P. Who starves by nobles, or with nobles eats?
Old Cotra tham'd his fortune and his birth, Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon! 240
After ver. 218, in the M3,
Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board, 1 Cotta liv'd on pulse, it was no more
And nettles grew, fit porridge for their lord; Than Bramins, saints, and sages did before;
Where niad good-nature, bounty misapply'd,
In lavish Curio blaz'd a while and dy'd;
There Providence once more shall shift the scene,
And shewing H--y, teach the golden mean.
After ver. 226, in the MS.
The secret rare, which affluence hardly join'd, "Tenants with lighs the smokeless towers survey,
Still miss'd by vice, and scarce by virtue hit,
Whose table, wit, or modeit merit hare,
Shouldering God's altar a vile image Rands,
The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, 300
That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim!
The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love;
Or just as gay, at council, in a ring
Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall,
For very want; he could not pay a dower.
P.Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, What but a want, which yo perhaps think mad,
Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had ! Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,
281 “ Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!" Ye hitele tars! lide your diminith'd
Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd?
P Who builds a church to Gud, and not to fame, But you are tir'dl'll teli a tale-B. Agreed.
P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies
There dwelt a citizen of fober fame,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's : (fure,
His givings rare, fave farthings to the poor.
The devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold,
And long'd to tempt him, like good job of old: 350
Ver. .87 Thus in the MS.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
That the first principle and foundation in this, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. as in every thing else, is good sense, ver. 40. Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds The chief proof of it is to follow Nature, even in sweep
works of mere luxury and elegance. Instanced The farge, and plunge his father in the deep; in architecture and gardening, where all must Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, be adapted to the genius and use of the place, And two rich shipwrecks ble is the lucky shore. and the beauties not forced into it, but resulting Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes : in their most expensive undertakings, for want " Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word; of this true foundation, without which nothing And lo! two puddings (mok'd upon the board. can please long, if at all; and the best examples Alleep and naked as an Indian lay,
and rules will be perverted into something burAn honest factor Role a gem away :
dunfome and ridiculous, ver. 65, &c. to 92. A He pledgid ic to the knight, the knight had wit, description of the false taste of magnificence; So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.
the first grand error of which is, to imagine that Some scruple rose, but thus he cas'd his thought, greatness conlists in the size and dimention, in“I'll now give fixpence where I gave a groat; Read of the proportion and harmony of the " Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice whole, ver. 97. and the second, either in joining " And am so clear too of all other vice.
together parts incoherent, or too minutely reThe tempter saw his time : the work he ply'd; sembling,cr in the repetition of the fame too fre. Stocks and subscriptions pour oa every side, 370
quently, ver. Io5. &c. Aword or two of tallecarte Till all the dæmon makes his full defcent
in books, in mutic, in painting, even in preachIn one abundant shower of cent per cent,
ing and prayer; and, lastly, in entertainments, Sinks deep within him, and poffeftes whole,
ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in Then dubs director, and secures his soul.
giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit,
since iç is dispersed to the poor and laborious Afcribes his gettings to his parts and merit; part of mankind, ver. 169, &c. (recurring to What lace he call'd a blening now is wit,
what is laid down in the first Book, Ep. ii. and And God's good providence a lucky hit.
in the Epistle preceding this, ver. 159, &c.] Things change their litles, as our manners turn : What are the proper objects of ma znificence, His counting-house employ'd the Sunday morn : and a proper field for the expence of great men, Seldom at church, ('twas such a busy life)
ver. 177, &c. and finally the great and public But duly sent his family and wife.
works which become a prince, ver. 191, to the There (so the devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide end. My good old lady carch'd a cold, and dy'd. A nympl of quality admires our knight;
The exóremes of avarice and profufion being treat-, He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite; ed of in the foregoing epiftle; this takes up onc Leaves the dull cits, and joins (to please the fair) particular branch of the latter, the vanity of ex. The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air :
pence in people of wealth and quality; and is Firat, for his son a gay commillion buys,
iherefore a corollary to the preceding, just as Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: 390 the Epistle on the Characters of Women is to His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife ; that of the Knowledge and Characters of Men. She bears a coron and p--x for life,
It is eqiiaily remarkable for exactness of method lo Britain's fenate he a feat obtains,
with the rest. But the nature of the subject, And one more pensioner St. S:cphen gains.
which is less philosophical, makes it capable of Aly lady falls to play : so bad her chance,
being analyzed in a much narrower compass. He mull repair it; cakes a bribe from France ; The House impeach him, Coningay larangues; 'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ The Curt forsake him, and Sir Balam hangs: To gain thore siches he can ne'er enjoy: Wise, ton, and daughter, Sacın! are thy own, Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown; 480 His wealth, to purchase what he re'er can tale? The devil and the king divide the prize,
Not for himsell he fees, or hears, or eats;
Artists must choose his pictures, music, nieats;
Rare nionkith manufc:ipts for Hearne alone,
And books for Mead, and butterflies for Sloane.
Think we all there are for himself? no more II TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OP BURLINGTON, Than his fine wise, alas! or fincr whore.
Por what has Virro painted, built, and planted :
Only to show, how many tastes he wanted.
Some dæmon whisper'd, " Vitto! have a taste." Tar vanity of expence in people of wealth and Heaven visits with a taste the wealthy foo!, quality. The abuse of the word cate, ver. 15. And needs no rod but Ripley with 3 rule.
See! sportive fate, to punish aukward pride, Or cut wide views through mountains to the plais,
You show us Ron e was glorious, not profusc, Bt hold Villario's ten years toil complete;
And strength of shade contends with strength of Who random drawings from your iheets shall
A waving glow the bloomy beds display, And of one beauty many blunders make;
Blushing in bright diversities of day, Load some vain church with old Theatric state, With silver-quivering rills mæander'd o'er Turn arts of triumph to a garden gate; 30 | Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, On some patch'd dog-hole ek'd with ends of wall; He finds at last he better likes a field. Then clap four flikes of pilaster on't,
Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus That, lac'd with bits of ruftic, makes a front.
ftray'd, Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Or fate delighted in the thickening Made, go Proud to catch cold at a Venetiar door;
With annual joy the reddening hoots to greet, Contcicus they act a true Palladian part,
Or see the tretching branches long to meet : And if they starve, they farve by rules of art. His son's fine taste an openevista loves,
Ost have you hinted to your brother peer, Foe to the Dyrads of his father's groves; A certain truth, which many buy too dear : 40 One boundless green, or flourish'd carpet views, Simething there is more needful than expence, With all the mournful tamily of yć ws: And something previ us ev'n to taste--'us sense : The thriving plants ignoble broom/licks made, God sense, which only is the gis of Heaven, Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade. And though ne fcience, fairly worth the seven : At Timon's villa let us pass a day, Aliglit, which i yourself you must perceive; Where all cry out, “ What lums are thrown aJones ano Le Nôtre have it not to give.
way To build, to plant, whatever you intend, So rroud, fo grand; of that stupendous air, Torcar the column, or the arch to bend,
Soft and agreeable come never there. To swell the terrace, or to link the grot;
Greatneis, with Timon, dwells in luch a draught In all, let nature never be forgot.
50 As brings all Brobdignag before your thought. But treat the goddels like a modeft fair,
To compals chis, his building is a town, Nor over dress, nor leave her wholly bare; His pond an ocean, hisj arterre a down : Let not each beauty every where be spy'd, who but must laugh, the matter when he sees, Where half the skill is decently to liide.
A puny infe&, thivering at a brecze! He gains all yoints, wh pleasingly confounds, Lo, what buge heaps of littleness around! Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds. The whole, a labour'd quarry ab ve ground, 110 Consult the genius of the place in all;
I'wo Cupids squirt before : a lake behind That tells i he waters or to rise or fall;
Improves the keenness of the liorthern wind. Or helys th' ambicious hill the heavens to scale, Hi gardens next your admiration call. Or scoops in circling theatres the valc; 60 On every fide you look behold the wall! Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Ny pleasing intricacies intervene, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from thades; No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Now breaks, or now directs th' intending lines; Grove nods at grove, cach alley has a brother, Paints as you plant and, as you work, designs. And half che platform jutt reflects the other. Still follow sense, of every art the soul,
The fuffering eye inverted nature fees, Paris answering part shall side into a whole, Trees cut to ftatues, ftatues thick as trees; Spontaneous beauties ali around advance,
With here a fountain, never to be play'd; Start ev'n from difficulty, Itrike from chance ; And there a summer house that knows no shade; Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow Here Amphitrite fails through my: tle bowers; A work to wonder at-perhaps a S:ow. 70 There gladiators fight, or die in flowers;
Without it, proud Versaillis! thy glory falls ; Unwa:er'd see the drooping fea-horse mourn, And Nero's terraces defert their walls :
And swallows rooft in Nilus' dully urn.
But soft-by regular approach-- not yet-
And when up tep steep flopes you've dragg’d your
Just at his ftudy-door he'll bless your eyes (thighs, Man bithops, lawyers, fratelmen have the skill His study! with what authors is itilor'd? To build, to plant, judge paintings, what you will?
In books, not authors, curious is my lord; Then why not hent as well our treaties draw,
To all their dated backs ke turns you round;