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Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move 55 With wretched av'rice, or as wretched love? Know, there are words, and spells, which can controul Between the fits this fever of the foul : Know, there are rhymes, which fresh and fresh apply'd Will cure the arrant'ft puppy of his pride.
'Tis the first virtue, vices to abhor :
75 And ease thy heart of all that it admires ? Here Wisdom calls : “ Seek virtue first, be bold ! “ As gold to silver, virtue is to gold.” There, London's voice, “ Get money, money ftill! “ And then let Virtue follow, if she will."
80 This, this the saving doctrine, preach'd to all, From low St. James's up to high St. Paul! * From him whose quills stand quiver'd at his ear, Tohim who notches sticks at Westminster.
Barnard in spirit, sense, and truih abounds ; 85 " Pray then, what wants he?" fourscore thousand
pounds; A pension, or such harness for a save As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have, Barnard, thou art a cit, with all thy worth ; But Bug and D*l, their Honours, and so forth. 90 * This is a doctrine in which both Whigs and Tories agrec. VOL. II.
'Yet ev'ry child another song will fing,
And say, to which shall our applause belong,
Well, if a king's a lion, at the least
The reft, some farm the poor-box, some the pews;
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
135 But shew me one who has it in his pow'r To act consistent with himself an hour, Sir Job fail'd forth, the ev'ning bright and fill, " No place on earth (he cry’d) like Greenwich hill !" Up starts a palace, lo, th' obedient base
140 Slopes at its foot, the woods its fides embrace, The silver Thames refleets its marble face. Now let some whimsy, or that dev'l within Which guides all those who know not what they mean, But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen; 145 “ Away, away ! take all your scaffolds down, “ For snug's the word : my dear! we'll live in town.”
At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. The fool, whose wife elopes fome thrice a quarter, 150 For matrimonial solace dies a martyr. Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch, Transform themselves so strangely as the rich ? Well, but the poor, The poor have the same itch; They change their weekly barber, weekly news, 155 Prefer a new japanner, to their shoes, Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a chaise and one ; They hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Grow fick, and damn the climate-like a lord.
160 You laugh, half beau, half sloven if I stand, My wig all powder, and all snuff my band; You laugh, if coat and breeches strangely vary, White gloves, and linen worthy lady Mary! F 2
But when no prelate's lawn with hair-shirt lin'd, 165
18 Great without title, without fortune bless'd; Rich ev'n when plunder'd, honour'd while oppress'd; Lov'd without youth, and follow'd without power; At home, tho' exil'd, free, tho' in the Tower; In short, that reas’ning, high, immortal thing, 185 Just less than Jove, and much above a king, Nay, half in heav'n-except (what's mighty odd) A fit of vapours clouds this demi-god?
To make men happy, and to keep them so.”
5 Self-center'd sun, and stars that rise and fall, There are, my friend! whose philosophic eyes Look thro', and trust the ruler with his skies, To him commit the hour, the day, the year, And view this dreadful All without a fear.
* This piece is the most finished of all his imitations, and executed in th: high manner the Italian painters call con amore. By which they mean, the exertion of that principle, which puts the faculties on the stretch, and produces the supreme degree of excellence. For the poet had all the warmth of affection for the great lawyer to whom it is addressed ; and, indeed, no man ever more deserved to have a Poet for his friend. In the obtaining of which, as neither vanity, party, nor fear, had any sharc : so he supported his title to it by all the offices of true friendlhip.