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Would ye be bleft? defpife low Joys, low Gains;
* But art thou one, whom new opinions fway, One who believes as Tindal leads the way, Who Virtue and a Church alike difowns, Thinks that but words, and this but brick and ftones ?
Fly then, on all the wings of wild defire,
Is Wealth thy paffion? Hence! from Pole to Pole,
* Advance thy golden Mountain to the skies;
For, mark th advantage; just so many score
His Wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds; 85 Afk'd for a groat, he gives a hundred pounds;
Si poffet centum scenae praebere rogatus,
Qui poffum tot? ait: tamen et quaeram, et quct habebo
Mittam: poft paulo fcribit, fibi millia quinque
k Mercemur fervum, qui dictet nomina, laevum
Or if three Ladies like a luckless Play,
Not for your felf, but for your Fools and Knaves;
But if to Pow'r and Place your paffion lie, If in the Pomp of Life confift 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 Crouds 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: 106 "That makes three Members, this can chufe a
Inftructed thus, you bow, embrace, protest,
Then turn about, and laugh at your own Jeft.
Quo ducit gula: pifcemur, venemur, ut olim
Cui potior patria fuit interdicta voluptas.
VER. 127. Wilmot.] Earl of Rochester.
Ibid. 129. And SWIFT fay wifely, "Vive la Bagatelle!"] Our Poet, speaking in one place of the purpose of his fatire, fays,
In this impartial glass, my Mufe intends Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends. and, in another, he makes his Court-Adviser say,
Laugh at your Friends, and if your Friends before, So much the better, you may laugh the more. because their impatience under reproof would fhew, they had a great deal which wanted to be fet right.
On this principle, Swift falls under his correction. He could not bear to see a friend he so much valued, live in the miserable abufe of one of Nature's beft gifts, unadmonished of his folly. Swift (as we may fee by some pofthumous Volumes, lately publifhed, fo difhonourable and injurious to his memory) trifled away his old age in a diffipation that women and boys might be ashamed of. For when men have given into a long habit of
With hounds and horns go hunt an Appetite 115
Or fhall we ev'ry Decency confound,
Thro' Taverns, Stews, and Bagnio's take our round,
employing their wit only to fhew their parts, to edge their fpleen, to pander to a faction; or, in fhort, to any thing but that for which Nature bestowed it, namely, to recommend, and fet off Truth; old age, which abates the paffions, will never rectify the abuses they occafioned. But the remains of wit, instead of seeking and recovering their proper channel, will run into that miferable depravity of tafte here condemned: and in which Dr. Swift seems to have placed no inconfiderable part of his wisdom. "I chufe (says he, in a Letter to Mr. Pope) my Com. "panions amongst those of the least consequence, and moft "compliance: I read the moft trifling Books I can find: and "whenever I write, it is upon the most trifling subjects." And again, "I love La Bagatelle better than ever. I am always writ“ing bad prose or worse verses, either of rage or raillery,” etc. And again, in a letter to Mr. Gay, "My rule is, Vive la