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Or e'en to crack live crawfish recommend ;
Avidien or his wife (no matter which,
He knows to live who keeps the middle state,
Now hear what blessings temperance can bring: (Thus said our friend, and what he said I sing) First health : the stomach cramm’d from every
dish, A tomb of boild and roast, and flesh and fish, Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid, jar, And all the man is one intestine war) Remembers oft the schoolboy's simple fare, The temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.
How pale each worshipful and reverend guest Rise from a clergy or a city feast !
What life in all that ample body say?
On morning wings how active springs the mind
Our fathers praised rank venison. You suppose, Perhaps, young men ! our fathers had no nose. Not so: a buck was then a week's repast, And 'twas their point, I ween, to make it last; More pleased to keep it till their friends could come, Than eat the sweetest by themselves at home. Why had not I in those good times my birth, Ere coxcomb-pies or coxcombs were on earth?
Unworthy he the voice of Fame to hear, That sweetest music to an honest ear, (For 'faith, Lord Fanny ! you are in the wrong, The world's good word is better than a song) Who has not learn’d fresh sturgeon and ham-pie Are no rewards for want and infamy! When luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf, Cursed by thy neighbours, thy trustees, thyself ; To friends, to fortune, to mankind, a shame, Think how posterity will treat thy name; And buy a rope, that future times may tell Thou hast at least bestow'd one penny well.
•Right, (cries his lordship) for a rogue in need To have a taste, is insolence indeed : In me 'tis noble, suits
birth and state, My wealth unwieldy, and my heap too great.' Then, like the sun, let bounty spread her ray, And shine that superfluity away. Oh, impudence of wealth! with all thy store How darest thou let one worthy man be Shall half the new-built churches round thee fall? Make quays, build bridges, or repair Whitehall;
, Or to thy country let that heap be lent, As M**o's was, but not at five per cent.
• Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind. [mind, And who stands safest ? tell me, is it he That spreads and swells in puff'd prosperity, Or, bless'd with little, whose preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war! Thus Bethel spoke, who always speaks his
thought, And always thinks the very thing he ought; His equal mind I copy what I can, And, as I love, would imitate the man. In South-sea days, not happier, when surmised The lord of thousands, than if now excised; In forest planted by a father's hand, Than in five acres now of rented land. Content with little, I can piddle here On brocoli and mutton round the year; But ancient friends (though poor or out of play) That touch my bell, I cannot turn away. 'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords: To Hounslow-heath I point, and Bansted-down, Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my
old walnut-tree a shower shall fall, And grapes, long lingering on my only wall; And figs from standard and espalier join ; The devil is in you if you cannot dine: [place) Then cheerful healths, (your mistress shall have And, what's more rare, a poet shall say grace.
Fortune not much of humbling me can boast; Though double-tax'd, how little have I lost! My life's amusements have been just the same, Before and after standing armies came. My lands are sold, my father's house is
gone; I'll hire another's; is not that my own, [gate And yours, my friends? through whose free-opening None comes too early, none departs too late: For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
*Pray Heaven it last! (cries Swift) as you go on; I wish to God this house had been your own! Pity! to build without a son or wife: Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life.' Well, if the use be mine, can it concern one Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon ? What's property ? dear Swift!-you see it alter From
you to me, from me to Peter Walter ; Or in a mortgage prove a lawyer's share, Or in a jointure vanish from the heir; Or in pure equity (the case not clear) The chancery takes your rents for twenty year : At best it falls to some ungracious son, Who cries, My father's damn'd, and all's my Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford, [own,' Become the portion of a booby lord ;
And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight,
BOOK II. SATIRE VI.
THE FIRST PART IMITATED IN THE YEAR 1714, BY DR.
SWIFT; THE LATTER PART ADDED AFTERWARDS.
Well, now I have all this, and more,
heirs for ever.