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(For 'faith, Lord Fanny! you are in the wrong,
When Luxury has lick'd up all thy pelf,
Curs'd be thy neighbours, thy truftees, thyself,
P Right, cries his Lordship, for a rogue in need “ To have a taste, is insolence indeed :
"In me 'tis noble, fuits my birth and state,
"My wealth unwieldy, 9 and my heap too great." Then, like the Sun, let Bounty spread her ray,
And fhine that fuperfluity away.
Oh Impudence of wealth! with all thy ftore,
"Iratum patruum, vicinos, te tibi iniquum,
P Jure, inquit, Traufius iftis
Jugatur verbis: ego vectigalia magna,
Quod fuperat, non eft melius quo infumere poffis?
Shall half the new-built churches round thee fall?
Make Keys, build Bridges, or repair Whitehall: 120
• Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind, Prepares a dreadful jeft for all mankind. And who ftands fafeft? tell me, is it he That fpreads and fwells in puff'd Profperity, Or bleft with little, whofe preventing care In peace provides fit arms against a war?
Thus BETHEL fpoke, who always fpeaks his thought,
And always thinks the very thing he ought:
And as I love, would imitate the Man.
In South-fea days not happier, when furmis'd
The Lord of thousands, than if now w Excis'd;
In forest planted by a Father's hand,
Than in five acres now of rented land.
O magnus pofthac inimicis rifus! uterne
In pace, ut fapiens, aptarit idonea bello?
Quo magis his credas: puer hunc ego parvus Ofellum Integris opibus novi non latius ufum,
Quam nunc w accifis. Videas, metato in agello,
Content with little I can piddle here
On brocoli and mutton, round the year;
'Tis true, no z Turbots dignify my boards,
But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:
Then b chearful healths (your Mistress shall have place);
The devil is in you if you cannot dine:
And, what's more rare, a Poet fhall fay Grace.
Fortune not much of humbling me can boast:
Though double tax'd, how little have I lost!
Quidquam, praeter olus fumofae cum pede pernae.. Ac mihi feu y longum poft tempus venerat hofpes, Sive operum vacuo gratus conviva per imbrem Vicinus; bene erat, non pifcibus urbe petitis,
Sed pullo atque hoedo: tum a penfilis uva fecundas
Saeviat atque novos moveat Fortuna tumultus! Quantum hinc imminuet? quanto aut ego parcius, aut
My Life's amufements have been juft the fame,
My lands are fold, my father's houfe is gone;
And yours, my friends? through whofe free opening gate None comes too early, none departs too late;
(For I, who hold fage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, fpeed the going guest.)
Pity! to build, without a fon or wife;
Or in pure f equity (the cafe not clear)
The Chancery takes your rents for twenty year:
O pueri, nituiftis, ut huc novus incola venit?
Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford,
And Hemfley, once proud Buckingham's delight,
i Let lands and houfes have what lords they will,
Nunc mihi, nunc alii. i quocirca vivite fortes,