Think that thoseGuests,who on thy Dainties dire, Who praise thy Venison 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, despairing in the Fleet, Qr forc'd, like IVilkes 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, says 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 these dull Morals to a Peer, «Whore annual Income is twelve thousand clear?'

Why then, my Lord, is this superfluous 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? Haste then, and chear these 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 luckiefs Deal or Throw
Thy Plate, thy Stud, thy Manors may bestow : :
Our Sons, ourselves, may see thy Stocks and Lands
Transferr'd and vested in Plebeian Hands.
Whose now is Anfon's, whose is Chandos' Seat ?
What Dukes begin their Tradesmen may complete.
Reflect on Strafford's, Hyde's, and Ormond's Fall!
Ev'n Burleigh-House may be like Wharton-Hall.

When bleft with Peace and Plenty, we with Care
Should fill our Garners, and our Fleets repair;
Not wait fupine, till Famine, or the Foe,
Our Vitals feize, and strike fome fatal Blow.

* A Cavalier (the Men of ancient Date When young, remember what I here relate) Was bleft with Wealth, yet frugal’midst his Store, Was never heard to figh, or covet more. 'Twas at the Time, when, taught by Cromwell's Civil Confusion overspread the Land : [Hand, He too with others suffer'd in the Cause, And saw his Right expiring with the Laws.

The brave old Man comply'd without a Groan, And earn d his Bread, in spite 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

Fats. "When Heay'n around me all its Blessings strow'd, My Heart ne'er wanton'd, nor my Bowl o'er

flow'd.

* The Remainder is by another Hand.

- A Stranger ' A Stranger to Variety and Cost,

(Unless some 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 Absence, bless'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 fleck 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 second Feast.

Perhaps, though idly, innocently gay, * At Riddles, Questions and Commands, we play: «Talk of old Times ; and o'er the laughing Ale • Toast the blithe Lass, or tell the mirthfulTale ;

Wishing for Times more honest and less dear, “A plenteous Harvest, 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; 6 And take the little that is left away : "While I, regardless of her Female Mind, Laugh at the foolish Idol of Mankind.

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Due;

Tell me, my Children, were you more at Ease, * Ere Winds disturb’d the Calmness of your Days ?

Amidst exorbitant and Rebel Grants,
Has Providence been thrifty to your Wants ?

Or, since this rough, fanatical Dragoon,
? This canting Lord his Tyranny begun,
Say, has our homely Food less sumptuous prov'd ?
Say, have we liv'd less happy, or less lov'd ?

• Trace from the Conqueft, and you'll rarely find
• The fame Estate to the same Blood confin'd.
"This lawless Soldier robb'd me of

my
• Him too the Law may in its Turn undo:
· Or grant his Title be remoy'd from Doubt,
*His Heir, infallibly, will see him out.

• 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

;
• Ask is the Colonel, or his Spouse at home.

Who knows but Time, in rolling on, may mend,
• And angry Fortune be once more my Friend ?
Who knows, but yet our Lands may be restor’d,
And the pleas'd Hovel own its former Lord ?
Come then, my Boys, for Heaven is on your )
Side,

1 With manly Sinews bear against the Tide, * Patience our Strength and Honesty our Guide.'

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S A TIRE III.
DAMASIPPUS. HORACE.

By Mr. J. DUNCOMBE,
In this Dialogue Damasippus explains at large,
and illustrates by varicus Examples, the Doetrine
of the Stoics, That every wicked Man is a Fool,
or Lunatic, as he himself had learned it in a
LeEture from the Stoic Philosopher Stertinius.

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i DAMASIPPU S. IF

F Writing seems so difficult a Task,

That scarce four times a Year for Pens you afk,
Nicely retouching all your former Lays,
And nought produce that merits public Praise,
Tho'conscious you indulge in Sleep and Winc;
For this, if poffible, fome Plea aflign.
Hither from 2 Saturn's Revel-rout you fly :
Then with your Promise now at last comply.
Begin. What ! Nothing--Nay, your 3 Pens from

Guilt
Are free, the Wall with no ill Stars was built.
Yet glorious Feats you threaten’d to perform,
Soon as you reach'd your Villa, fnug and warm.
Why to 4 Menander is your s Plato join’d?
Or why not leave 6 Archilochus behind,
And 7 Eupolis ? - Think you to blunt the Dart
Of Envy, when from Virtue you depart ?

Wretch