That fecret rare, between th' extremes to move B. To Worth or Want well-weigh'd, be Bounty given, And eafe, or emulate, the care of Heaven; (Whose measure full o'erflows on human race) 230 Mend Fortune's fault, and justify her grace. 235 240 P. Who ftarves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats? The Wretch that trufts them, and the Rogue that cheats. Is there a Lord, who knows a chearful noon Without a Fiddler, Flatterer, or Buffoon? Whose table, Wit, or modest Merit share, Un-elbow'd by a Gamefter, Pimp, or Player? Who copies Your's, or Oxford's better part, To ease th' opprefs'd, and raise the finking heart? Where'er he shines, oh Fortune, gild the scene, And Angels guard him in the golden Mean! There, English Bounty yet a while may ftand, And Honour linger ere it leaves the land. 245 But all our praises why fhould Lords engrofs? Rife, honeft Mufe! and fing the MAN of Ross: 250 VARIATION. After ver. 250, in the MS, Trace humble worth beyond Sabrina's fhore, 3. Pleas'd Pleas'd Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artlefs, pouring through the plain 255 260 Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise? Balk'd are the Courts, and contest is no more. B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue 275 P. Of Debts and Taxes, Wife and Children clear, This man poffeft-five hundred pounds a-year. 280 Blush, Blufh, Grandeur, blush! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze! Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays. B. And what? no monument, infscription, stone? His race, his form, his name almost unknown? P. Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name: Go, fearch it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been. When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend The wretch, who living fav'd a candle's end; Shouldering God's altar a vile image ftands, Belies his features, nay extends his hands; 290 That live-long wig, which Gorgon's felf might own, Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone. Behold what bleffings Wealth to life can lend! And fee, what comfort it affords our end. In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, 300 VARIATION. Ver. 287. Thus in the MS. The Register inrolls him with his Poor, Tells he was born, and dy'd, and tells no more. VOL. XLVI. K The The George and Garter dangling from that bed Great Villers lies-alas! how chang'd from him, 305 Of mimick'd Stateímen, and their merry King. 310 No Fool to laugh at, which he valued more. 315 320 For very want; he could not build a wall. 325 For very want; he could not pay a dower. A few grey hairs his reverend temples crown'd, 'Twas very want that fold them for two pound. 330 Cutler Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim, "Virtue! and Wealth! what are ye but a name!" A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; His word would pass for more than he was worth. An added pudding folemniz'd the Lord's: 340 345 Conftant at Church, and Change; his gains were fure, His givings rare, fave farthings to the poor. The Devil was piqu'd fuch faintship to behold, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. VARIATION. Ver. 337. In the former Editions, That knotty point, my Lord, shall I discuss, 355 |