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The George and Garter dangling from that bed
Of mimick'd Statesmen, and their merry King.
No Fool to laugh at, which he valued more.
His Grace's fate fage Cutler could foresee, And well (he thought) advis'd him, "Live like me!" As well his Grace reply'd, "Like you, Sir John? "That I can do, when all I have is gone." Resolve me, Reason, which of these are worse, Want with a full, or with an empty purse? Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd, Arife, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd? Cutler faw 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 grey hairs his reverend temples crown'd, 'Twas very want that fold them for two pound. What! even deny'd a cordial at his end, Banish'd the Doctor, and expell'd the friend? What but a want, which you perhaps think mad, Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had!
Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,
His word would pass for more than he was worth.
The Devil was piqu'd fuch faintship to behold,
And long'd to tempt him, like good Job of old; 350 But Satan now is wifer than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds fweep The furge, and plunge his Father in the deep; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, And two rich fhipwrecks blefs the lucky fhore. Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks, He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes:
Ver. 337. In the former Editions,
That knotty point, my Lord, fhall I discuss,
"Live like yourself," was foon my Lady's word; And lo! two puddings fmoak'd upon the board. 360 Afleep and naked as an Indian lay,
An honest factor stole a Gem away:
He pledg'd it to the knight, the knight had wit,
Some fcruple rofe, but thus he eas'd his thought, 365
The Tempter faw his time: the work he ply'd;
Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, Afcribes his gettings to his parts and merit; What late he call'd a Bleffing, now was Wit, And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit. Things change their titles, as our manners turn: His Compting-houfe employ'd the Sunday-morn: 380 Seldom at Church, ('twas fuch a bufy life)
But duly fent his family and wife.
There (fo the Devil ordain'd) one Christmas-tide
A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight;
Firft, for his Son a gay Commiffion buys,
And one more Penfioner St. Stephen gains.
Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington..
Of the Ufe of RICHES.
THE Vanity of Expence in People of Wealth and Quality. The abuse of the word Tafte, ver. 13. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing else, is Good Senfe, ver. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow Nature, even in works of mere Luxury and Elegance. Inftanced in Architecture and Gardening, where all must be adapted to the Genius and Ufe of the Place, and the Beauties not forced. into it, but refulting 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 fomething burdenfome and ridiculous, ver. 65, &c. to 92. A defcription of the falfe Tafte of Magnificence; the first grand error of which is, to imagine that Greatnefs confifts in the Size and Dimenfion, instead of the Proportion and Harmony of the whole, ver. 97. and the second, either