Think that thofe Guefts,who on thyDainties dine, Who praife thy Venifon and extoll thy Wine, Will, at thy Auction, laugh at thy Undoing, And blame the Cully whom they help'd to ruin. Think that, like Lloyd, defpairing in the Fleet, Or forc'd, like Wilkes and Kidgell, to retreat, Shunn'd by thy Friends, neglected by thy Wife, Depriv'd at length of Comfort, Hope, and Life, Thou scarce enough to buy a Shroud mayst save, And want, like Theodore, a Parish-Grave. True, fays his Grace, 'tis proper to rebuke Such awkward Baronets as ape the Duke, 'Who treat with Burgundy, at Arthur's bet, "Who keep French Valets, and who drive a Set But what are thefe dull Morals to a Peer, Whose annual Income is twelve thoufand clear?' Why then, my Lord, is this fuperfluous Store By daily Purchases augmented more? Why do our Sailors, Shipwrights, Weavers fly To France, or Spain, or India's distant Sky? Why do th' Ingenious ftarve, th' Industrious fail? Why theseComplaints, these Cries from every Jail? Hafte then, and chear thefe worthy honeft Hearts, Bid Trade revive, and raise the drooping Arts; Make Roads, build Bridges, or Long-Acre pave, And one Tax more on Beer or Cyder fave. Befides, will Heaven thy Hopes for ever crown, And no dire Change, no fad Reverfe, be known? On On Pimps, or Cheats, one lucklefs Deal or Throw When bleft with Peace and Plenty, we with Care [Hand, He too with others fuffer'd in the Caufe, And faw his Right expiring with the Laws. The brave old Man comply'd without a Groan, And earn'd his Bread, in fpite of Wind and Sun, A Labourer in Fields, but Yesterday his own. 'And is,' he smiling faid, 'the Change so great? 'I ever was before-hand with my Fate. 'When Heav'n around me all its Bleffings ftrow'd, 'My Heart ne'er wanton'd, nor my Bowl o'erflow'd. *The Remainder is by another Hand. • A Stranger A Stranger to Variety and Coft, (Unless fome Holiday would have me roast) I liv'd on little: Happy was my Lot; A Fritter in the Pan, or Bacon in the Pot. But if an old Acquaintance, with Delight, After a tedious Abfence, blefs'd my Sight; Or a good Neighbour, in a rainy Hour, Kindly dropp'd in to chat away a Shower; 'Twas well: I fought not what the Shops afford To the fleek Citizen, or high-fed Lord. No wanton Sauce gave Riot to the Dish; No Stream was troubled for Supply of Fish: 'A Barn-door Fowl, or Mountain-Kid went down • As well as Dainties from a Market-Town. A Sallad might be added for the Guest, And Golden-Pippins made a fecond Feast. Perhaps, though idly, innocently gay, At Riddles, Questions and Commands, we play: Talk of old Times; and o'er the laughing Ale Toaft the blithe Lafs, or tell the mirthfulTale; Wishing for Times more honeft and lefs dear, A plenteous Harveft, and a fruitful Year. 'Let Fortune vainly rave, by my Confent, Play all her Tricks, and all her Malice vent, Shifting her alterable Look each Day; • And take the little that is left away : While I, regardless of her Female Mind, Laugh at the foolish Idol of Mankind. Tell * Tell me, my Children, were you more at Ease, ◄ EreWinds difturb'd the Calmness of your Days? Amidst exorbitant and Rebel Grants, Has Providence been thrifty to your Wants? Say, has our homely Food less sumptuous prov'd? Trace from the Conqueft, and you'll rarely find The Farm,'tis true, went whilom by my Name, "Where Folks enquir'd for Goodman and his Dame: • The Tone is chang'd; and who on Vifits come Afk is the Colonel, or his Spouse at home. Who knows butTime, in rolling on, may mend, Come then, my Boys, for Heaven is on your • With manly Sinews bear against the Tide, SATIRE 1 SATIRE III. DAMASIPPUS. HORACE. By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE. In this Dialogue Damafippus explains at large, and illuftrates by varicus Examples, the Doctrine of the Stoics, That every wicked Man is a Fool, or Lunatic, as he himself had learned it in a Lecture from the Stoic Philofopher Stertinius.. I DAMASIPPUS. IF Writing feems fo difficult a Task, you afk, That scarce four times a Year for Pens Are free, the Wall with no ill Stars was built. Wretch |