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EPIS T I. E III.
ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
AR GU M E N T.
Of the Use of Riches.
THAT it is known to few, most falling into one of
the extremes, avarice or profusion, ver. 1. &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of
money has been more commodious or pernicious to mankind, v. 21 to 77. That riches, either to the avaa ricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries, v. 89 to 160. That avarice is an absolute phrenzy, without an end or purpose, v. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the motives of avaricious men, v. 121 to 153. That the conduct of men, with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of PROVIDENCE, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to
How a miser acts upon principles which appear to him reasonable, verse 179. How a prodigal does the fame, v. 199. The due medium, and true use of riches, v. 219. The Man of Ross, v. 250. The
fate of the profuse and the covetous, in two examples; both miserable in life and in death, v. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaam, v. 339 to the end.
P. WHO shall decide, when Doctors disagree,
And soundest Casuists doubt, like you and me?
But I, who think more highly of 'our kind,
Like Doctors thus, when much dispute has past,
B. What Nature wants, commodious gold bestows, 'Tis thus we eat the bread another sows.
P. But how unequal it bestows, observe,
Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires,
B. Trade it may help, fociety extend :
P. But bribes a Senate, and the Land's betray’d.
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 conOr water all the Quorum ten miles round? [found, A statesman's Numbers how this speech would spoil!
Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil;
“ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door; “ A hundred oxen at your levee roar.”
Poor Avarice one torment more would find; Nor could Profusion squander all in kind. Altride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet ; And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Whom with a wig fo wild, and mien fo maz’d, Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd. Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hogs, Could he himself have sent it to the dogs? His Grace will game: to White's a Bull be led, With spurning heels and with a butting head; To White's be carry'd, as to ancient games, Fair Coursers, Vases, and alluring Dames. Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, Bear home fix Whores, and make his Lady weep.? Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of fwine? Oh filthy check on all industrious skill, 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 enquire ;
Cloaths and Fire.
Can they, in gems bid Pallid Hippia glow,
Perhaps you think the Poor might have their part,
Yet to be just to these poor men of pelf,
B. Who suffer thus, mere Charity should own, Must act on motives powerful, tho' unknown.
P. Some war, fome plague, or famine they forefee, Some Revelation hid from you and me. Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found, He thinks a Loaf will rise to fifty pound.