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See how the world its veterans rewards ! money has been more commodious or pernicious A youth of frolics, an old age of cards;

to mankind ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;

to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford Young without lovers, old without a friend; happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to 16o. A fop their paflion, but their prize a fot;

Thaç avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures Ah: friend! to dazzle let the vain design ; 249 about the niotives of avaricious men, ver. IZI To raise the thought, and touch the heart, be thine! to 153. That the conduct of men, with respect That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the to riches, can only be accounted for by the order ring,

of Providence, which works the general good Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing; out of extremes, and brings all to its great end So when the sun's broad beam bas tir'd the fight, by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How All mild ascends the moon's more sober light, a mifer ads upon principles which appear to Serene in virgin modefty she chines,

him rcasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal does And unobseru'd the glaring orb declines.

the same, ver. 199. The due medium, and truc Oh! bleft with teniper, whose unclouded ray use of riches, ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver, Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day :

250. The fate of the profuse and the covetous, She, who can love a fifter's charms, or hear

in two examples; both miserable in life and in Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear;

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death, ver. 300, &c. The Atory of Sir Balaam, She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,

ver. 339 to the end.
Or, if the rules him, never shows the rules;
Charms by accepting, by submitring (ways,

This epistle 'was written after a violent ontcry
Yet has her humour most, when she obeys;
Let fops or fortune fly which way they will,

against our Author, on a supposition that he had

ridiculed a worthy nobleman merely for his Disdains all loss of tickets, or codille;

wrong taste. He justified himself upon that ar. Spleen, vapurs, or small-pox, above them all,

ticle in a letter to the Earl of Burlington; at And mitress of herself, though China fall.

the end of which are these words : “ I have And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,

“ learnt that there are some who would rather Woman's at best a contradiction ftill.

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“ be wicked than ridiculous : and therefore it Heaven when it strives to polith all it can

may be safer to attack vices than follies. I Its last best work, but forms a softer man;

“ will therefore Icave my betters in the quiet Picks from each sex, to make the favourite blest.

poffeffon of their idols, their groves, and their Your love of pleasure, our defire of rest :

high-places; and change my subject from their Bends, in exception to all general rules,

pride to their meanness, from their vanities Your taste of follies, with our scorn of fools :

to their miseries; and as the only certain way Reserve with frankness , art with truth ally'd,

“ to avoid misconttructions, to lefsen offence, and Courage with softness, modesty with pride;

not to multiply ill-natured applications, I may Fix'd principles, with fancy ever new; Shakes all together, and produces You. 280

probably in my next, make use of real names

“ instead of fictitious ones." Be this a woman's fame . with this unbleft, Toalts live a scorn, and queens may die a jelt.

P. Wuo shall decide, when doctors disagree,
This Phæbus prornis'd (i forget the year). And foundeft caluists doubt, like you and me?
When those blue eyes first opend on the sphere;

You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given,
Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your parents' simple prayer;

That man was made the standing, jeft of Heae
And gave you beauty, but deny'd the pelf

And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, That buys your fex a tyrant o'er itself.

For some to heap, and some to throw away. The generous God, who wit and gold refines,

But I, who think more highly of our kind, And ripens spirits as he ripens mines, 290

(And, surely, Heaven and I are of a mind) Kept dross für duchesses, ihe world shall know it,

Opine, that nature, as in duty bound,
To you gave sease, good humour, and a poet.

Deep hid the shining mischief under ground: 19
But when, by man's audacious labour won,
Flam'd forth this rival too, its fire, the sun,

Then careful Heaven supply'd twoforts of men,
EPISTLE III.

To squander these, and those to hide again.

Like doctors thus, when much dispute has
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST,

pait,

We find our tenets just the same at last.
Of the Use of Ricber.

Both fairly owning, riches, in effect,

No grace of Heaven or token of th' ele&t;
TEL ARGUMENT.

Given to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil,

To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. 20
That it is known to few, most falling into one of B. What nature wants, commodious gold be

the extremes, avarice or profufion, ver. I, &c. stows;
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P. But how unequal it bestows, observe;

Since then, my Lord, on such a world we lam, 'Tis thus we riot, while, who sow it, starve : What say you? B. Say? Why take it, Gold Whai nature wants (a phrase I must distract)

and all. Extend- to luxury, extends to lust:

P. What riches give us, let us then inquire ? Useful, 1 grant, it serves what life requires, Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more! P. Meat, But dreadful too, the dark affaflin hires.

clothes, and fire.

80 B. Trade it may help, society extend :

Is this too little ? would you more than live? P. But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend. 30 Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give. B. It raises armies in a nation's aid :

Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions pall) P. But bribes a senate, and the land': betray'd. Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! In vain may heroes fight, and patriots rave, What can they give? to dying Hopkins, heirs; If secret gold fap on from knave to knave.

To Chartres, vigour ; Japhet, nose and ears? Once, we confess, beneath the patriot's cloak, Can "hey, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow, From the crack'd bag the dropping guinea fpoke, In Fulvia's buckle case the thrubs below; And jingling down the back-stairs, 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? 90 Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!

They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

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Give Harpax lelf the blesling of a friend; Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, Or find some doctor that would save the life Can pocket lates, can fetch or carry kings; Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife: A single leaf shall waft an army o'er,

But thousands die, without or this or that, Or fhip off senates to some distant fhore;

Die, and endow a college, or a cat. A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro

To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow: T'enrich a bafiard, or a son they hate. Pregnant 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!

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heart : Could France or Rome divert our brave de- | The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule figns,

That every man in want is knave or fool : With all their brandies, or with all their wines? “ God cannot love (lays Blunt, with tearless eges) What could they more than knights and 'Aquires “ The wretch he farves”-and piously denies : confound,

But the good bishop, with a meeker air, Or water all the quorunı ten miles round ? Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care. A statesman's slumbers how this speech would Yce to be just to these poor men of peif, spoil!

Each does but hate his neighbour as himself : “Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; Danın'd to the mines, an equal fate berides “ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door : The flave that digs it, and the slave that hides. 110 * A hundred cxen at your levee roar."

B. Who suffer thus, mere charity should own, Pour avarice one torment more would find; Muft act on motives powerful, though unknown. Nor could profufion squander all in kind. 60 P. Some war, some plague, or famine, they Altride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet :

foresce, And Worldly crying coals from itreet to Itreet, 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 caz'd. He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound. Had Colepepper's while wealth been hops and What made direQor: cheat in South-Sca year? hous,

To live on veniton when it fold duar. Could he him if have sent it to the doga? Ask you why Phryne the whole auction buys? His Grace will game: to White's a bull bele, Phryne forcteena general excise. With spurning neels and with a butting head. Why she and Sappho saile that monstrous suni? To Wiite's be carry'd as to ancient games, Alas! they fear a man will cott a plum. I wir coursers, vales, and alluring dames. 70 Wise Peter secs the world's respect for gold, Shall then Cxorin, if the fakes he sweep,

And therefore hopes this nation may, be fold: Bear him fix whores, and make his lady weep? Glorious ambition: Peter, swell thy store, Or fuít 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, O filthy check on all industrious skill,

To just three millions itinted model Gage. To ipcil tie nation's last great trade, quadrille! But nobler scenes, Maria's dreams unfuld,

Hereditary realms, and worlds of gold. 130

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VARIATIONS.
After ver. 50, in the MS.
To break a trust were Peter brib'd with wine,
Per! 'iwould pose as wise a head as thine.

VARIATIONS.
Ver. 77. Since then, &c.] In the former Ed.
Well then, since with the world we land or fall,
Come take it, as we find ie, gold and all.

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Congenial fouls; whose life one avarice joins, | Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er,
And ot.e fate buries in th’ Austrian mines. Curse the fav'd candle, and unopening door;
Much-injar'd Blunt! why bears he Britain's While the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate,
hate?

Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.
A wizard told him in these words our fate :

Not fo his son: he mark'd this oversight, * At length corruption, like a general flood, And then mistook reverse of wrong for right.

(so long by watchful ministers withstood) (For what to fhun, will no great knowledge needs * Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, But what to follow, is a task indeed), * Spread like a low-borne mist, and blot the sun; Yet sure, of qualities deserving praise,

Statciman and patriot ply alike the stocks, More go to ruin fortunes, than to raise. " Peeress and butler there alike the box. 140 What flaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine, * And judges job, and 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 profufion draws, * See Britajn funk in lucre's sordid charms, His oxen perilh 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 ficet : No, 'twas thy righteous end, alham'd to see Next goes his wool-to clothe our valiant bands: Scrates degenerate, pacriots disagree,

Laft, for his country's love, he sells his lands. And nobly withing 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 Pope. "All this is madness," cries a sober sage: JSI And shall not Britain now reward his toils, But who, my friend, has reafoo in his rage? Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils ? " The ruling passion, be it what it will,

In vain at court the bankrupt pleads his cause, " The raling pallion conquers reason till.” His th , klets country leaves bim to her laws. Less mad the wildest whimsey we can frame, The sense to value riches, with the art Than even that passion, if it has no aim;

T'enjoy them, and the virtue co impart, 220 For though such motives folly you may call, Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursued, The folly's greater to have none at all.

Not funk by sloth, not rais'd by fervitude; Hear then the truth : “'Tis Heaven each pass | To balance fortune by a just expence, “ fon sends,

Join with economy, magnificence ;
And different men dirccts to different ends. With fplendour, charity; with plenty, health;

Extremes in nature equal good produce, 161 Oh teach us, Bathurst ! yet unspoil'd by wealth!
" Eitemes in may concur to general use." That secret rare, between th' extremes to move
Axwe wha: makes one keep, and one bestow ? Of mad good-nature, and of mean self-love.
That power who bids the ocean ebb and flow, B. To worth or want well-weigh'd, be bounty
Bids iced-time, harvest, equal course maintain,

given,
Through reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, And eafc, or emulate, the care of Heaven ;

230 Builds life on death, on change duration founds, (Whose measure 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; T'ait but for wings, and in their seaton fly. 170 As poison heals, in just proportion us'd : Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies, Sees but a backward seward for the poor; But well dispers'd, is incense to the skies. This year a reservoir, to keep and spare;

P. Who Itarves by nobles, or with nobles cats? The next a fountain, spouting through his heir, The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that In lasith streams to quench a country's thirit,

cheats. And men and dogs thall drink him till they burst. Is there a lord, wbo knows a cheerful noon

Old Cotta sam'd his fortune and his birth, Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon! 240 Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: What though (the use of barbarous fpits forgot) His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot? 180 His court with nettles, moats with creffes stor’d,

Aster ver. 218, in the MS. With foups unbought and fallads bless'd his board?

Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board, Il Cotta liv'd on palle, it was no more

And nettles grew, fit porridge for their lord; Than Bramins, faints, and sages did before;

Where mad good-nature, bounty misapply'd, To cram the rich, was prodigal expenice,

In lavish Curio blaz'd a while and dy'd; And who would take the poor from Providence? There Providence once more thall shift the feene, Like some lone Chartreux ftands the good old hall,

And shewing H-y, teach the golden mean. Silence without, and fasts within the wall;

After ver. 226, in the MS.
No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound,
No noontide bell iovites the country round: 190 Which W-

The secret rare, which affluence hardly join'd, Tenants with sighs the smokeless towers survey,

-n loft, yet B-y ne'er could find :

Still miss'd by vice, and scarce by virtue hit, And turn th’ucwilling iteeds another way:

By Gm's goodness, or by S-'s wit,

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Whose table, wit, or modeft merit share,

Shouldering God's altar a vile image stands, Un-elbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or player ? Belies his features, nay extends his hands; Why copies your's, or Oxford's better part, That live-long wig, which Gorgon's self might own, To ease th' oppress’d, and raise the finking heart?. Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone. Where'er he shines, oh fortune, gild the scene, Behold what blessings wealth to life can lend ! And angels guard him in the golden mean! And see, what comfort it affords our end. There, English bounty yet a while may stand, In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, And honour linger ere it leaves the land.

The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, 300 But all our praises why should lords engross! On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, Rise, honest muse; and sing the Man of Ross : 250 With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw, Pleas'a Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, The George and Garter dangling from that bed And rapid severn hoarse applause resounds. Where tawdry yellow ftrove with dirty red, Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry Great Villers lies--alas! how chang'd from him, brow?

That life of pleasure, and that sool of whim! From the dry rock who bade the waters flow? Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, Nor to the skies in useless columns toft,

The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love; Or in proud falls magnificently lost,

Or just as gay, at council, in a ring But clear and artless, pouring through the plain of mimick'd statesmen, and their merry king. 316 Health to the fick, and solace to the swain. No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? 260 There, vidor of his health, of fortune, friends, Vho taugh: that heaven-directed spire to rise ! And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.

The Man of Rofs" each lifping babe replies. His Grace's fate fage Cutler could foresee, Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! And well i he thought) advis'd him, “ Live like The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : H- feeds yon alnıs-hvuse, neat, but void of fate, As well his Grace reply'd, “ Like you, Sir John ? Wher age and want fut smiling at the gate ; That I can do, when all I have is gone." Hina portion'd maids apprentic'd orphans bleft, Resolve me, reason, which of these are worse, The young who labour, and the old who reft. Want with a full, or with an empty purse? 320 Is any fick ? the Man of Ross relieves, 269 | Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confefs'd, Prescribes, a tends, the medicine makes, and gives. Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'a ? Is there a variai.ct? chter but his door,

Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, B!'d are the courts, and conteit is no more. For very want; he could not build a wall. Delpairing quacks with curses fed the place, His only daughter in a stranger's power, And vile attorneys, now an uíciels race.

For very want; he could not pay a dower. B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue A few grey hairs his reverend temples crown'd, What all to wish, but want the powyr to do' 'I'was very want that sold them for two pound. Oh lay, what iums that generous hand supply? What! even deny'd a cordial at his end, What mines to iwell that boundless charity Banish'd the doctor, and expellid the friend? 33

P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, What but a want, which yo. perhaps think mad, This man poffisi-sive hundred younds a-year. Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had ! Blush, grandeur, bluch! proud courts, withdraw Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,

281 · Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a game!" Ye little Itars: hide your diminish'd rays.

Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd! B. And what no monument, inscrip'io , stone? Or are they both, in this, their own reward? His race, his form, his name almost unknown? A knotty point! to which we now proceed.

P. Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, But you are tird-I'll tell a tale-B. Agreed. Will never mark the marble with his name :

P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; 340 of rich a'. d poor makes all the history;

There dwelt a citizen of fober fame,
Enough, that virtue fiil'd the space between; A plain good man, and Balaam was his name;
Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been. 290 Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
When H pkins dies, a thousand lights attend His word would pass for more than he was worth.
The wretch, who living tav'd a candle's end; One folid dish his week-day meal affordis,

An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's : [fure,
Constant at church, and Change ; his gains were

His givings rare, fave larthings to the poor.
After ver. 250, in the MS.

The devil was piqu'd such faintship to behold, Trace humble worth beyond Sabrina's shore,

And long'd to tempe hin, like good job of old: 33• Who fings not him, wh may he ling no more!

Ver. -87 Thus in the MS.
The register in sls him with his poor,
Tells he was born, and dy't, and telis no more. Ver. 337. In the former editions.
Ji ft as he oughe, he im'd the space between; That knorty point, my Lord, Mall I discuss,
ben fole to rett, unbccded and unfcca.

Do tell a tale! -A tale—it follows thus.

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Bu• Satan now is wiser than of yore,

That the firit 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 procf of it is to follow Nature, even in sweep

works of mere luxury and elegance. Instanced The furge, and plunge his father in the deep; in architecture and gardening, where all muit Then full agaiast his Crnisa lands they roar, be adapted to the genius and use nf the place, And two rich thipwrecks bless 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 disappointeit He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes: in their most expensive undertakings, for want " Live like yoursell," was foon 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

Afleep and naked as an Indian lay, 361 and rules will be perverted into Comething burAn honest factor stole a gem away :

densome and ridiculous, ver. 65, &c. tn 92. He pledg'd it to the knight, the knight had wit, description of the false taste of magnificence; So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit. the fir? grand crror of which is, to imagine that Some scruple role, but thus he eas'd his thought, greatness confits in the size and dimention, in« l'll now give fixpence where I gave a grvat;

itead of the proportion and harmony of the " Whereonce I went to church, I'll now go twice whole, ver. 97. and the second, either in joining " And am fo clear too of all other vice."

together parts incoherent, or too minutely reThe tempeer saw his time : the work he ply'd; sembling, or in the repetition of the fame too fre. Stocks and Tubscriptions pour on every side, 370 quently, ver 105 &c. A wird or two of fallerate Till all the demon makes his full descent

in books, in music, in painting, even. in preachIn one abundant ihower of cent per cent,

ing and prayer; and, lastly, in entertainments, Sinks deep within him, and poteffes whole,

ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in Then dubs dire&or, and secures his soul.

giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, B-hold Sir B Haam, now a man of spirit,

fince it is disper fed to the poor and laborious Afcribes his getting to his parts and merit; part of mankind, ver. 169, &c. [recurring to What lare he call'd a blefling 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 titles, as our manners turn : What are the proper objects of magnificence, His counting-house employ'd the Sunday morn:

and a proper field for the expence of great men, Seldom at church, ('t was such a busy life) 381 ver. 177. &c. and finally the great and public Bu: duly sent his family and wife.

works which becomie a prince, ver. 191, to the There (so the devil ordaind) one Christmas tide end. My good old lady ca'ch'd a cold, and dy'di. A nymph of quality admires our knight;

The ex'renies of avarice and profusion being treatHe marries, bows at Court, and grows polite; ed of in the foregoing epihle; this takes up one Leaves the dull cits, and joins (to please che fair) particular branch of the latter, the vanity of exThe well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air:

pence in people of wealth and quality; and is Firm, for his son a gay commillion buys,

Thereforc a corollary to the preceding, just as Wh drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: 390 the Epiflle on the Characters of Women is to His dao zhrer funts a viscount's tawury wilc; that of the Knowledge and Characters of Men. She bears a coronce and p--x for life.

li is equaily remarkable for exac!n-f- of method la Britain's fenate he a seat obtains,

with the rest. But the nature of the fubjeci, And one more penfioner St. S: phea gains.

which is less philosophical, niakes it capable of My lady talls to play : so bad her chance,

being analyzed in .e much narrower compass. He muit repair it; takes a bribe from France; The House impeach him, Cuningfoy harangues;

'Tis strange, the miser Mould his cares employ The C urt lorsake him, and Sir Baldam hanys : To gain chufe siches lie can ne'er enjoy: Wife, lon, and daughter, Sıcan! are thy own, liit less itrange, the prudinal Mould walte His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown; 400 His wealth, to purchase wire he ne'er can taste? The devil and the king divide the prize,

Noe for himself he fees, or hears, or eats;
And fad Sir Balaam curses God and dies.

Artists must cho so his pictures, mulic, meats;
He buys for Topham drawings and designs;
For Pembroke statues, dirty gods, add coins;

Rare nonkih manuscripts för Hearne alone,
EPISTLE IV.

.!d books fc Mead, and butterties for Sloane.

Think we all thele are for himsell ? no more TO RICHARD LOYLE, EARL OP BURLINGTON. · Than his fine wife, alas! or siner whore.

For wbat has Virro painted, built, and planted : Of tbe Ufe of Riebes.

Only to show, how many tastes he wanted.

What brought Sir Visto's ill-got wealth to waite? TUE ARGUMENT.

Some dæmon whisperid, “ Vitto! have a talte.”. Tar vanity of expence in people of wealth and Heaven vilits with a taste the weithy foo', quality. The abuse of the word lufte, ver. 1j. Andreeds no roj but Ripley with cru'c. Vol. Vill

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