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But when, by Man's audacious labour won,
Like Doctors thus, when much dispute has past.
of Heaven or token of th' Elect; Given to the Fool, the Mad, the Vain, the Evil,
To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. 20 B. What Nature wants, commodious Gold bestows,
'Tis thus we eat the bread another sows. P. But how unequal it bestows, observe;
'Tis thus we riot, while, who sow it, starve :
But dreadful too, the dark Assassin hires :
In vain may Heroes fight, and Patriots rave;
Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things,
Oh! that such bulky Bribes as all might see, Still, as of old, incumber'd Villainy! Could France or Rome divert our brave designs, With all their brandies, or with all their wines ? What could they more than Knights and 'Squires
confound, Or water all the Quorum ten miles round? A statesman's Numbers how this speech would spoil! 55 “ Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil ;
Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door;
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
60 Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet : And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Whom, with a wig so wild, and mien so maz’d, Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd.
Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hog's, 65
75 To spoil the nation's last great trade, Quadrille ! Since then, my Lord, on such a World we fall, What say you? B. Say? Why take it, Gold and all.
P. What Riches give us, let us then inquire ?
Cloaths, and Fire.
Well then, since with the world we stand or fall,
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Perhaps you think the Poor might have their part, Bond damns the Poor, and hates them from his heart; The grave
Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule That every man in want is knave or fool : “ God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes) “ The wretch he ftarves”—and piously denies : But the good Bishop, with a meeker air,
105 Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care.
Yet to be just to these poor inen of pelf,
B. Who suffer thus, mere Charity should own,
P. Some War, fome Plague, or Famine, they foresee, Some Revelation hid from you and me. Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found, 115 He thinks a Loaf will rise to fifty pound. What made Directors cheat in Scuth-sea year? To live on Venison when it fold so dear. Ask you why Phrine the whole Auction buys? Phryne foresees a general Excise.
Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum ?
Wife Peter sees the World's respect for Gold,
The Crown of Poland, venal twice an age, To just three millions stinted modest Gage. But nobler scenes, Maria's dreams unfold, Hereditary Realms, and worlds of Gold.
130 Congenial souls; whose life one Avarice joins, And one fate buries in th’ Asturian Mines.
Much-injur'd Blunt! why bears he Britain's hate ? A wizard told him in these words our fate : “ At length Corruption, like a general flood, 135 “ (So long by watchful Ministers withstood) “ Shall deluge all; and Avarice, creeping on, “ Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the Sun ; “ Statesman and Patriot ply alike the Stocks, “ Peeress and Butler share alike the Box,
140 “ And Judges job, and Bishops bite the town, “ And mighty Dukes pack cards for half a crown. " See Britain funk in lucre's sordid charms, “ And France reveng’d of Anne's and EDWARD'S
" arms!” ”Twas no Court-badge, great Scrivener, fir'd thy brain, Nor lordly Luxury, nor City Gain : No, 'twas thy righteous end, alham'd to see Senates degenerate, Patriots disagree,