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flLLENLogd MTHUR S7:

H 0 [ha]! decide, when Doétors difagrcc,
g R / And loundefi Cafuifls doubt, like you
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You hold the Word from Jove to Momus giv’n,
That Man was made the {landing Jefl' of Heav'n,
And Gold but rent to keep thc Fools in play, '
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But I, who think more highly of out Kind;
(And furely Heav'n and I are of a mind )
Opine, that Nature, as it) duty bound,

Deep hid the {hining Mifchief under ground :
But when, by Man’s audacious Labor won,
Flam'd forth this Rival to its Sire the Sun,
Then, in plain prof c, were made two forts of Men,
To fquander fome, and fame to hide agen.

Like Doé’cors thus, when much Difpute has paf’c,
We find our Tenets jufi the lame at lafl:
Bath fairly owning Riches in eifeé‘i:
No Grace of Heav’n, or Token of th’ Eleé’c;
Giv’n to the Fool, the Mad, the Vain, the Evil,
To \‘Vfird, to Wimp—rs, Cit—«rs, and the Devil:

What Nature wants, commodious Gold beflows,
’Tis thus we eat the bread another fows:
But how unequal it befiows, obferve,
’Tis thus we riot, while who {ow it, fiarve.

hat Nature wants (a phrafe I much dii’trufl)
Extends to Luxury. extends to Lufi;
And if we count among the Needs of life

Aziother’s Tail, why not anothet’s Wife 2

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Ufeful, wegrant, it ferveswhat life requires, ,
But dreadful too, the dark Affaflin hires : 3
Trade it may help, Society extend;

But lures the Pyrate, and corrupts the Friend:

It raii'es Armies in a nation’s aid,

But bribes a Senate, and the Land’s betray’d.

Oh ! that fuch Bulky bribes as all might fee
Still, as of old, encumber’d Villainy!
In vain may Heroes fight, and Patriots rave,
If fecret Gold faps on from knave to knave.

Could France or Rome divert our brave defigns,

" With all their brandies, or with all their wines 2

What could they more than knights and {quires con-
Or water all the Quorum ten miles round 2 [found,
A f’tatefman’s flumbers how this fpeech would Fpoil,

.“ Sir, Spain has (em a thoufand jars of oyl ,-

.“ Huge bales of Britifh cloth blockade the Door;

f‘ A hundred Oxen at your levee roar.

Poor Avarice one torment more would find,
Nor could Profufion fquander all, in kind.
Afiride his Checfe Sir Morgan might we meet,
And Worldly crying Goals from fireet to {tr-eet,

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Whom with a Wig {0 wild, and Mien fo mazld,‘
Pity mil’takes for lome poor Tradefman craz’d.
Had Hy—wl_y’s fortune lain in Hops and Hogs;
Scarce H.._wl._.y’s {elfhad fem it to the dogs.

His Grace will game : to White’s a Bull be led,
With fpurning heels and with a butting head 5

To White’s be carry’d, as to ancient Games,

Fair Courfers, Vafes, and alluring Dames.
Shallthen Uxorio, if the {lakes he fweep,

Bear home fix Whores, and make his Lady weep?
Or {oft Adonis, {o perium’d and fine,

Drive to St. James’s a whole herd of Swine 2

Oh filthy Check on all indui’trious skin” '

To {poll the Nation’s lafl great Trade, Qladrille!

Once, we conlefs, beneath the Patriot’s cloak,
From the crack’d bagg the dropping Guinea fpoke,
And gingling down the back-(lain, told the Crew
“ Old Cato is as great a Rogue as you.”

Blei’c Paper-credit! that advanc’d (0 high,

 

Shall lend Corruption lighter wings to fly!

* Beneath the Patriot’s Cloak] This is a true Story,
which happen’d in the Reign ot King William, to an L
eminent uniufpeéted old Patriot; who coming out at
the Back-door from having been cloieted by the King, A
where he had received a large Bag oquineas, the Buri’l—
ing ofthe Bag difcover’d his Bufinefs there, (3 ll

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Gold, imp’d with this, may compafs hardefi things,
May pocket States, or fetch or carry Kings;

A fingle Leaf may wait an Army o’er,

0r {hip off Senates to fome dif’cant ihore 5

A Leaf like Sybil’s, fcatter to and fro
Our Fates and Fortunes, as the winds lhall blow.

Well then, fince with the world we {land or fall,
' Come take it as we find it, Gold and all.

What Riches give us, let us firit enquire :
Meat, fire, and 'cloaths; what more P Meat, cloaths, and
Is this too little? ,wou’d you more than live? [fire.
Alas ’tis more than Tu * ‘K r finds they give.
Alas ’tis more than (all his Vifions pail.)
Unhappy Wh * *F n waking found at laf’t!
Whatcan they gIVe? to dying 1-H * p * s, Heirs?

To Chartres, Vigour? Japhet, Nofe and Ears 3 C
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f A Citizen whofe Rapacity obtain’d him the Name
of Vultur. He dy’d worth three hundred thoufand
Pounds, and left it to no Perfon living, but to the firl’c
Son that lhould be born ofthe firfi Daughter of his next
Relation. Being told by his Lawyer,that it would proba-
bly be thirty Years beforedhisMoney could be inherited,
and it muft all that time lie at Interefl, he anfwer’d, He
liked it the better, and 10 died.

3‘apbet, Nojéand Earn] japhet Crook alias Sir Peter
Stranger. was puniih’d with the Lois of thofe Parts, for

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' Can they in Gems bid pallid Hippia glow-e
In Fulvia’s Buckle eafe the Throbsbelow?

0r heal, old Navies, thy ohfcener ail,

With all th’ E‘mbroid’ry plaifier’d at thy Tail ?

They might, (wete Harpax not too wife to {pend} -
Give Harpax {elf the Bleflin‘g of a Friend;

Orfind fome DO&01’, that wou’d fave the Life

Of wretched Shylock, fpite of Shylock’s Wife,

But thoufands die, without or this, or‘that,

Die, and‘endow a College, or a * Cat:

To iome indeed Heav’n grants the happier Fate
T’enrich a Bai’tard, 'or a Son they hate.

Perhaps you think the Poor might have their part 2 y ,
Btnd damns the Poor, and hates them from his heart:
The grave Sir G *‘ "‘ t holds it for a Rule,

That every Man in want is Knave or Fool:

“ God cannorlove, (lays Bl * t, with lifted eyes)
“ The Wtetch he flarves” :— and pioufly denies:
But RCV’tend S * * n with a {after Air,

Admits, and leaves them, Providence’s Cate.

 

having forg’d a Conveyance of an Ei’tate Ito himfel‘f,
upon which he took up feveral Thouiand Pounds. H: l
was at the fame time fued in Chancery on fuggeflion of ‘
having fraudulently obtain’d a Will, by which he poflhlt
another Very confiderable Ellate, in wrong of the Bro-
ther of the Deceas‘d.

* A famous Dutchefs in her 1211’: Will left conflderable
Annuities and Legacies to her Cats. Yet,

   
  
 
    
 
 

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Yet, to he iuf’c to thefe poor Men of Pelt",
Each does but hate his Neighbour as himfelf:
Damn'd to the Mines, an equal Fate betides
The Slave that digsit, and the Slave that hides.
Who fufl‘er thus, meer Charity lhould OWn
Muff a& on Reafons pow’rful tho’ unknown ;
Some War, lome Plague, fome Famine they forefee,
Some Revelation, hid from you and me.
Why S-l—k wants a Meal, the caufe is found,
He thinks a Loaf will rile to fifty pound.
What made Direé’cors cheat in South-Sea year 2
To live on Ven’fonwhen it fold {o dear. *

  

 

 

Ask you Why Phryne the whole Aué’tion buys E'
Phryne forefees a General Excite.

Why {he and Lesbia raife that monfirous Sum é‘
Alas! they fear a Man will col‘ra Plum.

Wife Peter fees the World’s refpef’c for Gold,
And therefore hopes this Nation may be (old:
Glorious Ambition! Peter, {well thy fiore,
And be What Rome’s great {r Didius was before.

 

* In the Extravagance and Luxury of the South-Sea
Year, the Price of a Haunch of Venifon was from
three to five pounds.

'1- A Roman Lawyer, fo rich as to purchafe the Em-
pu‘e, when it was (e: to Sale by the Praetorian Bands on
the Death of Pertinax,

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The Crown of Poland venal twice an Age
To jui’t three Millions fiinted model} m...
But nobler Scenes Maria’s Dreams unfold,
Hereditary Realms, and Worlds of Gold. ‘
Congenial Souls! Whole Life one Av’rice joins,
And one Fate buries in th’ 3* Afiurian Mines.

 

Much-injur’d 131—4! why bears he Britain’s hate 2*
A Wizard told him in thefe words our fate.
“ At length Corruption, like a gen’ral Flood,
" (So long by watchful Miniflters withfiood)
“ Shall deluge all, and Av’rice creeping on,
“ Spread like a low-born Mid, and blot the Sun;
“ Statefman and Patriot ply alike the Stocks,
" Peerefs and Butler {hare alike the Box,
“ The Judge {hall job, the Bifhop bite the Town,
“ And mighty Dukes pack Cards for half a crOWn.
“ See Britain funk in Lucre's fordid charms,
“ And France reveng’d of Anne’s and Edward’sArms?
No poor Court-Badge, great Scriv’ner! fir’d thy brain,
No Lordly Luxury, no City Gain;

‘ Two perfons of dii‘tinétion, each of whom in the
time of theMifiiflipi defpifed to realize above three hun-
dredthoufand pound; the Gentleman with a View to
the Crown of Poland, the Lady on aVifion of the like
nature. They fince retir’d togetherinto Spain, Where
they are {till in feat-ch ofGold in the Mines of, the Alfa-

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But ’twas thy righteous End, alham’d to fee
Senates degen’rate, Patriots dif agree,

And nobly wifhing Party Rage to ceafe,

To buy both Sides, and give thy Country Peace:

“ All this is madnefs, criesa {'oher Sage,
But who, my Friend, has Reafon in his Rage 2
The ruling Pafiion, be it what it will,

The ruling Paflion conquers Reafon flill.
Lels mad the wildeft Whimfey we can frame,
Than ev’n that Paflion, if it has no Aim;
For tho' fuch Motives Folly you may call}.
The Folly’s greater to have none at all.

Hear then the truth : ’Tis Heav’n each Paflion fends;

And diff’rent Men direéts to diff ”rent Ends.

“ Extremes in Nature equal Good produce,

A“ Extremes in Man concur to general Ul' e.

Ask We what makes one keep, and one bellow ?
That Pow’r who bids the Ocean ebb and flow;

Bids Seed-time; HarVel’t, equal courf’ e maintain,
Thro’reconcil’d Extremes of Drought and Rain ;
Builds Life on Death 5 on Change Duration rounds,
And gives thf eternal Wheels to know their rounds.

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Riches, like Infiéts, when eoneeal’d they lie;
Wait but for Wings, and in their Seafon, fly.
Who fees pale Mammon phae amidfl his Stores
Sees but a backward Steward for the Poor 5
This Year a Refermir3 to keep and fpare,

The next, a Foumain foaming thro’hls Heir,
inlavilh Streams“) quench a Country’s eluirfl,
And Men, and Dogs, {halldrink him till they handle

Old Corta [heard his fortune. and his birth,
Yet was not Can void of wit or worth :
What the‘ (the ufe of barb’rous Spits forgot)
His Kitchen vy’d in coolnefs with his Got;
His Courtwith Nettles, Moat will) Crefl’es flor’d,
With Soups unbought, and Sallads, bleflc his boarda
If Cotta liv’d on Pulfe, it was no more
Than Bramins, Saints, and Sages did before;
To cram the Rich, was prodigal expence;
And who would take the Poor from Providence 2
Like {ome lone Chartreufe {lands the good old Hall,
Silence without, and Fall's within the wall;
No rafter‘d Roofs with Dance and Tabor found,
No Noomidewbell invites the Country round 5

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j'renants with fighs the fmoaklefs Tow’t-siurvey;
And turn th' unwilling Steeds another way,
Benighted wandetets, the Forefi o'er, N
Curfe the fav’d Candle, and unopening Door :-
While the gaunt Mafiiff, growling at the Gate,
Aflrights the Beggar whom he longs to eat.

Not {0 his Son, he matk‘d this ovetfight,
And then miflook revetfe of wrong for tight :
For what to {hunt will no great knowledge need.
But what to follow is a task indeed.
What flaughter’d Hecatombs, what floods of wine,
Fill the; capacious Squire and deep Divine!
Yet no mean morive this profufion draws,
His Oxen pet-ifh in his Country's cauie.
’Tis the dear Prince (Sir John) that crowns thy cup,»
And Zeal for his great Houfe that eats thee up.
The woods tecede around the naked feat,
The fylvans groan e... no matter —. “ for the Fleet.”
Next goes his wool ...... “ to clothe our valiant hands: {i
kill, for his country’s love, he fells his lands.
Bankrupt, at Court in vain he pleads his caufe,
His thankleis Country leaves him to her Laws.

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The Senfe to Value Riches, with the Art
T’enioy them, and the Virtue to impart,
Not meanly, nor ambitioufly perfu’d,
Not funk by floth, nor rais’d by fervitude;
To balance Fortune by a iuf’t expence,
Joyn with Oeconomy, Magnificence 5
With Splendor Charity, with Plenty Health;
0h teach us, BA'mun ST, yet unfpoil’d by wealth!
That fecretrare, between th’ extremes to move
0f mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.

To want or worth, well-weigh’d, be bounty given,
And eafe, or emulate, the care of Heaven.
Whofe meafure full, o’erflows on human race,
V Mends Fortune’s fault, and iufiifies her grace.
Wealth in the gtofs is Death, but Life diffus’dg,
As Poyfon heals, in jufl proportion us’d ;
In heaps, like Ambergrife, a fiink it lies,
But well dif pers’d, is Incenfe to the skies.

 

Who flarves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats E
The wretch that trufis them, and the rogue that cheats.

  
 
 
 

Is there a Lord, who knows a chearful noon
Without a Fidler, Flatt’rer, or Bufl'oon 5*

  

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Whole Table, Wit, or modefl Merit mate;
Un—elbow’d by a Gamel’ter, Pimp, or Play’t?

   

Who cepies Yours or OXFORD’S better part,
To cafe th’ opprefs’d, and raife the linking heart?

 

Wher-e’er he lhines, oh Fortune gild the fcene,
And Angels guard him in the golden Mean!
There Englilh Bounty yet a while may Hand,
And Honm- linger, e're it leaves the Land.

But all out prailes why fhould Lot-d5 engrofs?
Rifehoneft Mufe! and {ing the Man of Rofs:
Pleas’d Vaga ecchoes thro’ her winding bouijd‘s? 3
And rapid Severn hoarf‘e applaufe refounds’; ‘ ~ .~
Who hung with Woods yon mountains fultry brow 2 ”
From the dry rock who bade the waters HOWE
Nor to the skies in ufelefs columns toll,

Or in proud falls magnificently lol’t,

But elear and artlefs, pouring thro‘the plain
Health to the lick, and {olace to the (Wain.
Who‘fe Caufe-way parté the Vale with {had}? tours"?

 

Whof e Seats” the Weary TraVellet repof'e ?

 

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Who taught that heav’n —dire&cd Spire to rife E
The Man of Rofs, each lifping babe replies.
Behold the market-place with poor o’erfpread!
The Man of Rofs divides the weekly bread ;
Him portion’d maids, apprentic’d orphans blei’r,
The young who labour, and the old who refl.

 

Is any fick? the Man of Rois relieves;
Prefcribes, attends, the med’cine mal<es,~i and gives.
Is there a variance? enter but his door,

Balk’d are the courts, and contefi is no more.
Defpairing {blacks with curfes fled the place,
And vile Attornies, now an ufelefs race.

“ Thrice happy man! enabled to purfue

“ What all {0 wilh, but want the pow’r to do.

“ Oh fay, what fumsthat gen’rous hand fupply?
“ What mines to {well that boundlefs Charity?
of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,

 

‘ This man pofi'efi— five hundred pounds a year. 'i'
' l ‘i’ “ ' . Blulh Grandeur, blulh! proud Courts withdraw your
Ye little Stars! hide your diminiflt’d rays. [blaze

1' This Perfon, who with no greater Efiate,perform'd
alltheiegood Works, and whofe true Name was almoi’t
loll-(partly by having the Title of the Man of Raf: giVen
him by way of Eminence, and partly by being buried
without any Infcription) was called Mr. 70bit Kyrle:
He died in the Year 1724, aged near 90, and lies buried
in the Chancel of the Church of Rois in Hereford»

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“ And‘what? no Monument. Infeription, Stone .2
“ His Race, his Form, his; Name almoi’c unknown 2
Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame,

. Will never mark the Marble with his name.

Go {catch it there 1-, where to be born and die,
0f Rich and Poor makes all the hifiory : .

Enough thatVirtue fill’d the {pace between; ‘
Prov’d, by the Ends of Being, to have been.
When H * p * s dies, a thouiand Lights attend
The Wretch, who living fav’d a Candle’s end :
Should’ring God’s altar a vile Image (lands,

Belies his features, nay extends his hands;

That live-long Wig which Gorgon's felf might own,
Eternal buckle takes in Parian f’tone.

Behold! what blefiings Wealth to Life can lend,
And (ee, What comfort'it affords our End!

In the WOW: Inn’s worfi rQOm, with matt half—hung,
The floors 0f plaifter, and the walls of dung,
0n once a flockbed, but repair’d with flraW,
With tape-ty’d curtains, never meant to draW,
The George and, Garter dangling from that bed
Where tawdry yellow firove with dirty red,

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Great Villers lies;— alas ! how chang’id from him,”
That Life of Pleafure, and that Soul of Whymp,
Gallant and gay, in Cliveden’s proud alcove

The Bow’r of waton Sh * * * y and Low;

Or iul’t as gay, at Council, iha riqg

Of mimick’d Statelmen and the merry Kihg.

No Wit to flatter, left 0t all his (lore! I

No Fool to laugh at, which he valued more.
There, Vifior of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame, this Lord of ufelels thoufands ends:

His Grace’s fate fage Cutler could forefee.
And well (he thought) advis’d him, “ Live like me}?
As Well his Grace reply’d, “ Like you, Sir John 3,
“ That I can do, when all I have is gone.”
Refolve me Reafon, which of thefe is worfei
Want with a full, orwith an empty purfe :
Thy Life more Wretched, Cutler, was confefs’fi;
Arife, and tell me, was thy Death more blefs’d 34 x
Cutler favy Tenants brealgi, and houfes fall, /
For very want; he couldlnot build a wall.‘ 1
His only Daughter, in a Stranger's Pow’r,
For very want, he could not pay a Dow’r,‘

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A feyv grey hairs his rev’rend temples crown’d,
’Twas Ivery want that laid them for two pound,
What ev'n deny’d a cordial at his end, W
Banilh’d the Doé’cor, and expell’d the friend?
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad,

 

Yet numbers feel; the want of what he had.
Cutler and Brutus, dying bath exclaim,

:‘ Virtue! and Wealth 3 what are ye but a Name ? ’3‘

Say, for fuch worth are other worlds prepar’d?
Or are they both, in this, their own reward? _
Thatknotty point, my Lord, {hall I difcufs,

Or tell a Tale 2-——-A Tale__w it follows thus.

Where 7‘ London’s Column pointing at the slties
Like atall Bully, lifts the head, and lyes:
There dwelt a Citizen of iober fame,
A plain good man, and Balaam was his name.
Religious, punf’cual, frugal, and f0 forth—«sm-
His word would pafs for more than he was worth,
One folid dilh his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding {olemniz’d the Lord’s.

* The Monument built in Memory of the Fire of
London, with an Infeription importing that City to
have been hurn’d by the Papii’ts.

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Confiant at Church, and Change 5 his gains were fine,
His givings rare, fave iatthings tothe poor?

The Dev’l was piqu’d, fuch Iaindhip to behold;
And long’d to tempt him like good Job of old:
But Satan now is wiier than of yore,

And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Rouz’d by the Prince ofAir, the whirlwinds {weeps
The furge, and plunge his Father in the deep;
Then full againi’t his Corniih lands they roar,
And two rich Ship-wrecks blefs the lucky ihore.

Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
He takes his chirping pint, he cracks his jokes;
“ Livelike yout felf,” was foon my Lady’s wordg
And 10! Mo puddings {mok’d upon the board,

A fleep and naked as an Indian lay,
An honef’t Faé’cor fiole a Gem away:
He pledg’d it to the Knight 3 the Knight had Wit?
So keptthe Diamond, and the Rogue was bit:
Some Scruple rofe, but thus he eas’d his thoughts
3‘ I'll now give fix-pence where I gave a groat.
“ Where once I Went to church, I’ll now go twic e.

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The Temfitei faw his time; the work he plyfd,
Stocks and Subfcriptions pour on ev’ry fidei
’And all the Daemon makes his full defcent,

In oneabundant Show’r of Cent. per Cent.
Sinks deep within him and pofl'efl'es Whole,
Then dubs Direfior and fecures his Soul.

Behold Sir Balaam now a man of lpirit,‘
Afcribes his gettings to his parts and merit,
Whatlate he call’d a Blefling, now was Wit;

And God’s good providence, a lucky Hit.

Things change their titles as our manners turn;

His Compting-houfe imploy’d the Sunday-morn;
Seldom at church, (‘twas fuch a buf y life)

But duly fent his family and wife.

There (to the Dev’l ordain’d) one Chrif’cmaS-tide‘;
My good old Lady catch’d a cold, and dy’d.

A Nymph of Ogality admires our Knight;
He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite:
Leaves the dullCit's, andioins (to pleaie the fair)
The Well-bred Cuckolds in St. James’s air:
Firi’c, for his {on a gay commiflion buys,
Whodrinks, whores, fights1 and in a duel dies:

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His daughter flaunts a Viféount’s tawdry wife;

She bearsa Coroner and P———x for life.

In Britain’s Senate he a feat obtains,

And one make PenfionerSt.Stephen gains;

My Lady falls to Play :‘ {0 bad her chance,

He muf’: repaif it; takes a bribe from France 5‘

The Houi‘e impeach him; Go * ‘K by harangues;

The Court ioriakes him, and Sir Baiaam hangs :‘

Wife, fon, and daughter, Satan! are thy prize;

And fad Sir Balaam curf es God and dies: ‘
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