There are fome persons so exceffive rude,
That to your private table they'll intrude;
In vain you fly, in vain pretend to faft,
Turn like a fox, they'll catch you at the laft.
You must, fince bars and doors are no defence,
Ev'n quit your house as in a peftilence;
Be quick, nay very quick, or he'll approach,
And, as you're scamp'ring, ftop you in your coach.
Then think of all your fins, and you will fee
How right your guilt and punishment agree:
Perhaps no tender pity could prevail,
you would throw fome debtor into jail.
Now mark th' effect of his prevailing curse,
You are detain'd by something that is worse.
Were it in my election, I should chufe,
To meet a rav'nous wolf, or bear got loofe:
He'll eat and talk, and talking still will eat,
No quarter from the parafite you'll get ;
But like a leech well-fix'd he'll fuck what's good,
And never part 'till fatisfy'd with blood.
The Fifth Epiftle to his Firft Book.
F Bellvill can his gen'rous foul confine
To a small room, few dishes, and fome wine,
I fhall expect my happiness at nine.
Twe bottles of fmooth Palm, or Anjou white,
Shall give a welcome, and prepare delight.
Then for the Bourdeaux you may freely ask,
But the Champaigne is to each man his flask.
I tell you with what force I keep the field,
And if you can exceed it, fpeak, I'll yield.
The fnow-white damask enfigns are display'd,
And glitt'ring falvers on the fide-board laid.
Thus we'll disperse all bufy thoughts and cares,
The gen'ral's counfel's, and the statesman's fears:
Nor fhall fleep reign in that precedent night,
Whofe joyful hours lead on the glorious light,
Sacred to British worth in Blenheim's fight.
The bleffings of good fortune feem refus'd,
Unless fometimes with gen'rous freedom us'd.
Tis madness, not frugality, prepares
A vaft excefs of wealth for fquand'ring heirs:
Maft I of neither wine, nor mirth partake,
Left the cenforious world fhould call me rake?
Who unacquainted with the gen'rous wine,
É'er fpoke bold truths, or fram'd a great design?
That makes us fancy ev'ry face has charms;
That gives us courage, and then finds us arms :
Sees care difburthen'd, and each tongue employ'd,
The poor grown rich, and every wish enjoy'd.
This I'll perform, and promise you shall fee A cleanliness from affectation free:
No noise, no hurry, when the meat's set on, Or when the dish is chang'd, the fervants gone: For all things ready, nothing more to fetch, Whate'er you want is in the mafter's reach. Then for the company, I'll fee it chose, Their emblematick fignal is the Rofe. If you of Freeman's raillery approve, Of Cotton's laugh, and Winner's tales of love, And Bellair's charming voice may be allow'd, What can you hope for better from a croud? But I fhall not prescribe, confult your ease, Write back your men, and number as you please: Try your back-stairs, and let your lobby wait, A ftratagem in war is no deceit.
UNG Slouch the farmer had a jolly wife,
That knew all the conveniences of life,
Whofe diligence and cleanliness supply'd
The wit which nature had to him deny'd;
But then fhe had a tongue that would be heard,
And make a better man than Slouch afeard.
This made cenforious perfons of the town
Say, Slouch could hardly call his foul his own:
For if he went abroad too much, she'd use
To give him flippers, and lock up his fhoes.
Talking he lov'd, and ne'er was more afflicted
Than when he was disturb'd or contradicted:
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