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Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.
Is there a variance? enter but his 'door,

Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more.
Despairing quacks with curses fled the place,
And vile attorneys, now a useless race.

B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue
What all so wish, but want the power to do!
Say, 0 what sums that generous hand supply;
What mines to swell that boundless charity?

P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,
This man possess'd-five hundred pounds a year.
Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw your

281 Ye little stars ! hide your diminish'd rays.

B. And what! no monument, inscription, stone?

race, his form, his name almost unkown?
P. Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name ;
Go, search it there, where to be born and die,
Of rich and poor makes all the history;
Enough that virtue fill’d the space between,
Proved by the ends of being to have been. 290
When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend
The wretch who living saved a candle's end ;
Shouldering God's altar a vile image stands,
Belies his features, nay, extends his hands ;
That live long wig, which Gorgon's self might own,
Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone.
Behold what blessings wealth to life can lend !
And, see what comfort it affords our end.

In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung,
The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, 300
On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw,



With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw,
The George and Garter dangling from that bed
Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red,
Great Villiers lies—alas! how changed from him,
That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim!
Gailant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove,
The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love;
Or just as gay at council, in a ring
Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king. 310
No wit to flatter, left of all his store !
No fool to laugh at, which he valued more.
There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!

His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
And well (he thought) advised him, Live like me!'
As well his grace replied, · Like you, sir John? ?
That I can do when all I have is gone.'
Resolve me, reason, which of these is worse,
Want with a full, or with an empty purse?

320 Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd, Asise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd ? Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall; For

very want he could not build a wall. His only daughter in a stranger's power; For very want he could not pay a dower. A few gray hairs his reverend temples crown'd; 'Twas very want that sold them for two pound. What! e'en denied a cordial at his end, Banish'd the doctor, and expell’d the friend! 330 What but a want, which you perhaps think mad, Yet numbers feel the want of what he had ! Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim, Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!'





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Say, for such worth are other worlds prepared ? Or are they both, in this their own reward ? A knotty point to which we now proceed, But you are tired—I'll tell a tale-B. Agreed.

P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies,

340 There dwelt a citizen of sober fame, A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth: His word would


than he was worth. One solid dish his week-day meal affords, An added pudding solemnized the Lord's : Constant at church and 'change ; his gains were sure; His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.

The Devil was piqued such saintship to behold. And long'd to tempt him, like good Job of old; But Satan now is wiser than of yore,

351 And tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Roused by the prince of air, the whirlwinds sweep The surge, and plunged his father in the deep; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, And two rich shipwrecks bless the lucky shore.

Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes :
• Live like yourself,' was soon my lady's word;
And, lo! two puddings smoked upon the board. 860

Asleep and naked as an Indian lay,
An, honest factor stole a gem away:
He pledged it to the knight; the knight had wit,
So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.
Some scruple rose, but thus he eased his thought,
• I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat;
Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice

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And am so clear too of all other vice.'

The tempter saw his time: the work he plied;
Stocks and subscriptions pour on every side, 370
Till all the demon makes his full descent
In one abundant shower of cent per cent,
Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole,
Then dubs director, and secures his soul.

Behold sir Balaam, now a man of spirit,
Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit;
What late he calld a blessing, now was wit,
And God's good providence, a lucky hit.
Things change their titles, as our manners turn:
His compting-house employ'd the Sunday morn:
Seldom at church ('twas such a busy life), 380
But duly sent his family and wife.
There (so the devil ordaind) one Christmas tide
My good old lady catch'd a cold and died.

A nymph of quality admires our knight;
He marries, bows at court, and grows polite;
Leaves the dull cits, and joins (to please the fair)
The well-bred cuckolds in St. Jame's air:
First, for his son a gay conimission, buys,
Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies:

His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife;
She bears a coronet and p-x for life.
In Britain's senate he a scat obtains,
And one more pensioner St. Stephen gains.
My lady falls to play: so bad her chance,
He must repair it; takes a bribe from France:
The house impeach him, Coningsby harangues ;
The court forsake him, and sir Balaam hangs:
Wife, son, and daughter, Satan! are thy own;
His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown:





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The devil and the king divide the prize,
And sad sir Balaam curses God, and dies.






The vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality. The abuse

of the word taste, ver. 13. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing else, is good sense, ver. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow nature, even in works of mere luxu, ry and elegance. Instanced in architecture and gardening, where all must be adapted to the genius and use of the place, and the beauties not forced into it, but resulting from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed, in their most expensive undertakings, for want of this true foundation, without which nothing can please long, if at all; and the best examples and rules will be but perverted into something burthensome and ridiculous, ver. 65 to 90. A description of the false taste of magnificence ; the first grand error of which is, to imagine that greatnoss consists in the size and dimension, instead of the proportion and harmony of the whole, ver. 97, and the second either in joining together parts incoherent, or too minutely resembling, or in the repetition of the same too frequently, ver. 105, &c. A word or two of false taste in books, in music, in painting, even in preaching and prayer, and lastly in entertainments, ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, since it is dispersed to the poor and laborious part of mankind, ver. 169. [recurring to what is laid down in the first book, Ep. ii. and in the Epistle preceding this, ver. 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper field for the expense of great men, ver. 177, &c. And finally the great and public works which become a prince, ver: 191, to the end. VOL. II.


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