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Would ye be* bleft? despise low Joys, low Gains ;
Disdain whatever CORNBURY disdains; 63
Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.

y But art thou one, whom new opinions sway,
One who believes as Tindal leads the way,
Who Virtue and a Church alike disowns, 65
Thinks that but words, and this but brick and stones ?
Fly 2 then, on all the wings of wild desire,
Admire whate'er the maddeft can admire :
Is Wealth thy passion ? Hence! from Pole to Pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll, 70
For Indian Spices, for Peruvian Gold,
Prevent the greedy, and out-bid the bold:
* Advance thy golden Mountain to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair) 75
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square.
For, mark th advantage; juft so many score
Will gain a Wife with half as many more,
Procure her beauty, make that beauty chaste,
And then such Friends - as cannot fail to last. 80
Ad Man of wealth is dubb'd a Man of worth,
Venus shall give him Form, and Anstis Birth
(Believe me, many a ® German Prince is worse,
Who proud of Pedigree, is poor of Purse)
His Wealth brave Timon gloriously confounds; 85
Ak’d for a groat, he gives a hundred pounds;

Si posset centum scenae praebere rogatus,
Qui possum tot? ait: tamen et quaeram, et qact

habebo Mittam: poft paulo scribit, sibi millia quinque Effe domi chlamydum: partem, vel tolleret omnes, & Exilis domus eft, ubi non et multa supersunt, Et dominum fallunt, et profunt furibus. I ergo, Si res sola poteft facere et servare beatum, Hoc primus repetas opus, hoc poftremus omittas.

Si fortunatum species et gratia praeftat, k Mercemur fervum, qui dictet nomina, laevum Qui fodicet latus, et cogat trans pondera dextram Porrigere: "Hic multum in Fabia valet, ille Velina; Cui libet, is fasces dabit; eripietque curule, Cui volet, importunus ebur: n Frater, Pater, adde: Ut cuique eft aetas, ita quemque o facetus adopta. Si P bene qui coenat, bene vivit; lucet: eamus

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Or if three Ladies like a luckless Play,
Take the whole House upon the Poet's day.
& Now, in such exigencies not to need,
Upon my word, you must be rich indeed;

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A noble superfluity it craves,
Not for your self, but for your Fools and Knaves;
Something, which for your Honour they may cheat,
And which it much becomes you to forget.

If Wealth alone then make and keep us bleft, 95 Still, still be getting, never, never rest.

i But if to Pow'r and Place your passion lie, If in the Pomp of Life consist the joy ; Then k hire a Slave, or (if you will) a Lord To do the Honours, and to give the Word; Tell at your Levee, as the Crouds approach, To whom 'to nod, whom take into your Coach, Whom honour with your hand: to make remarks, Who TM rules in Cornwall, or who rules in Berks: This may be troublesome, is near the Chair: 106 “ That makes three Members, this can chuse a

“ May'r.”
Instructed thus, you bow, embrace, proteft,
Adopt him "Son, or Coufin at the least,
Then turn about, and • laugh at your own Jeft.

Or if your life be one continu'd Treat,
If P to live well means nothing but to eat;
Up, up! cries Gluttony, 'tis break of day,
Go drive the Deer, and drag the finny-prey;

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Quo ducit gula: piscemur, venemur, ut olim

Gargilius : qui mane plagas, venabula, servos,

Differtum tranfire forum populumque jubebat,

Unus ut e multis populo fpectante referret.

Emtum mulus aprum.'' crudi, tumidique lavemur,

Quid deceat, quid non, obliti; Caerite cera

Digni; remigium vitiofum Ithacenfis Ulyflei;

Cui potior "patria fuit interdicta voluptas.

VIR. 127. Wilmot.) Earl of Rochester.

Ibid. 129. And Swift say wisely, Vive la Bagatelle !") Our Poet, speaking in one place of the purpose of his satire,

says,

In this impartial glass, my Muse intends

Fair to expose myself, my foes, my friends, and, in another, he makes his Court-Adviser say,

Laugh at your Friends, and if your Friends before,

So much the better, you may laugh the more. because their impatience under reproof would thew, they had a great deal which wanted to be set right.

On this principle, Swift falls under his correction. He could not bear to see friend he so much valued, live in the miserable abuse of one of Nature's best gifts, unadmonished of his folly. Swift (as we may fee by some pofthumous Volumes, lately published, so dishonourable and injurious to his memory) trifled away his old age in a dissipation that women and boys might be ashamed of. For when men have given into a long habit of

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With hounds and horns go hunt an Appetite-us
So 9 Ruffel did, but could not eat at night,
Callid happy Dog! the Beggar at his door,
And envy'd Thirst and Hunger to the Poor,

Or shall we rev'ry Decency confound,
Thro' Taverns, Stews, and Bagnio's take our round,
Go dine with Chartres, in each Vice out-do
'K-l's lewd Cargo, or Ty-y's Crew,
From Latian Syrens, French Circæan Feasts,
Return well travell’d, and transform'd to Beasts,
Or for a titled Punk, or foreign Flame, 125
Renounce our 'Country, and degrade our Name?

If, after all, we must with 'Wilmot own, The Cordial Drop of Life is Love alone,

employing their wit only to shew their parts, to edge their spleen, to pander to a faction; or, in short, to any thing but that for which Nature bestowed it, namely, to recommend, and set off Truth; old age, which abates the passions, will never rectify the abuses they occasioned. But the remains of wic, instead of seeking and recovering their proper channel, will run into that miserable depravity of taste here condemned: and in which Dr. Swift seems to have placed no inconsiderable part of his wisdom. “I chuse (says he, in a Letter to Mr. Pope) my Com. • panions amongst those of the least consequence, and most « compliance: I read the most trifling Books I can find : and " whenever I write, it is upon the most trifling subjects.” And again, “I love La Bagatelle better than ever. I am always writ« ing bad prose or worse verses, either of rage or raillery,” etc. And again, in a letter to Mr. Gay, “ My rule is, Vive la “ Bagatelle.

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