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Would ye be bless'd? despise low joys, low gains;
Disdain whatever Cornbury disdains;
Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.

But art thou one whom new opinions sway,
One who believes as Tindal leads the way,
Who virtue and a church alike disowns,
Thinks that but words, and this but brick and stones?
Fly then on all the wings of wild desire,
Admire whate'er the maddest can admire.
Is wealth thy passion? hence! from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll;
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,

Prevent the greedy, and outbid the bold;
Advance the golden mountain to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise;
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square:
For, mark the' advantage; just so many score
Will gain a wife with half as many more,
Procure her beauty, make that beauty chaste,
And then such friends- -as cannot fail to last.
A man of wealth is dubb'd a man of worth;
Venus shall give him form, and Anstis birth.
(Believe me many a German prince is worse,
Who proud of pedigree is poor of purse.)
His wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds;
Ask'd for a groat, he gives a hundred pounds;
Or if three ladies like a luckless play,
Takes the whole house upon the poet's day.
Now, in such exigencies not to need,

Upon my

word you must be rich indeed:

A noble superfluity it craves,

Not for yourself, but for your fools and knaves;

Something which for your honour they may cheat,
And which it much becomes you to forget.
If wealth alone then make and keep us bless'd,
Still, still be getting; never, never rest.

But if to power and place your passion lie,
If in the pomp of life consist the joy;
Then hire a slave, or (if you will) a lord,
To do the honours, and to give the word;
Tell at your levee, as the crowds approach,
To whom to nod, whom take into your coach,
Whom honour with your hand; to make remarks,
Who rules in Cornwall, or who rules in Berks:

This may be troublesome, is near the chair; That makes three members, this can choose a mayor.'

Instructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest,
Adopt him son, or cousin, at the least,
Then turn about, and laugh at your own jest.
Or if your life be one continued treat,
If to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up! cries Gluttony, 'tis break of day,
Go drive the deer, and drag the finny prey:
With hounds and horns go hunt an appetite-
So Russel did, but could not eat at night;
Call'd happy dog the beggar at his door,
And envied thirst and hunger to the poor.

Or shall we every decency confound, [round?
Through taverns, stews, and bagnios, take our
Go dine with Chartres, in each vice outdo
K**I's lewd cargo, or Ty**y's crew;

From Latian sirens, French Circæan feasts, Return'd well travell’d, and transform'd to beasts; Or for a titled punk or foreign flame

Renounce our country, and degrade our name?

If, after all, we must with Wilmot' own The cordial drop of life is love alone; And Swift cry wisely, Vive la bagatelle! The man that loves and laughs must sure do well. Adieu-if this advice appear the worst,


E'en take the counsel which I gave you
Or better precepts if you can impart ;
Why do; I'll follow them with all my heart.



'Tis true, my lord, I gave my word
I would be with you June the third ;
Changed it to August, and (in short)
Have kept it as you do at court.
You humour me when I am sick,
Why not when I am splenetic?
In town what objects could I meet?
The shops shut up in every street,
And funerals blackening all the doors,
And yet more melancholy whores:
And what a dust in every place?
And a thin court that wants your face,
And fevers raging up and down,

And W* and H** both in town!

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The dog days are no more the case.'

"Tis true, but winter comes apace:

Then southward let your bard retire,
Hold out some months 'twixt sun and fire;

1 Earl of Rochester.

And you shall see, the first warm weather,
Me and the butterflies together.

My lord, your favours well I know;
"Tis with distinction you bestow,
And not to every one that comes,
Just as a Scotsman does his plums.
Pray take them, sir-enough's a feast:
Eat some, and pocket up the rest'—

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What, rob your boys? those pretty rogues;
No, sir, you'll leave them to the hogs.'
Thus fools with compliments besiege ye,
Contriving never to oblige ye,
Scatter your favours on a fop,

Ingratitude's the certain crop;

And 'tis but just, I'll tell you wherefore:
You give the things you never care for.
A wise man always is or should
Be mighty ready to do good;

But makes a difference in his thought
Betwixt a guinea and a groat.

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe companion, and a free;
But if

you 'd have me always nearA word, pray, in your honour's ear: I hope it is your resolution

To give me back my constitution,
The sprightly wit, the lively eye,
The' engaging smile, the gaiety
That laugh'd down many a summer sun,
And kept you up so oft till one;
And all that voluntary vein,
As when Belinda raised my strain.
A weasel once made shift to slink
In at a corn-loft through a chink,

But having amply stuff'd his skin,
Could not get out as he got in;
Which one belonging to the house
(Twas not a man, it was a mouse,)
Observing, cried, 'You scape not so;
Lean as you came, sir, you must go.'

Sir, you may spare your application,
I'm no such beast, nor his relation,
Nor one that temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans;
Extremely ready to resign

All that

may make me none of mine. South-sea subscriptions take who please, Leave me but liberty and ease.

"Twas what I said to Craggs and Child,
Who praised my modesty, and smiled.
'Give me, I cried, (enough for me)
My bread and independency!'
So bought an annual rent or two,
And lived-just as you see I do;
Near fifty, and without a wife,
I trust that sinking fund, my life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my paternal cell,
A little house with trees a-row,
And, like its master, very low;
There died my father, no man's debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To set this matter full before ye,
Our old friend Swift will tell his story.

'Harley, the nation's great support'—

But you may read it, I stop short.

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