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Earnely and Aylesbury, with all that raee
Ofbusy blockheads, shall have here no place ;
At council set as foils on Dorset's score,
Tomake that great false jewel shine the more ;
Who all that while was thought exceeding wise,
Only for taking pains and telling lies,
But there's no meddling with such nauseous men ;
names have tir'd my lazy pen :
'Tis time to quit their company, and choose
Some fitter subject for a sharper Muse.
First, let's behold the merriest man alive
Against his careless genius vainly strive ;
Quit his dear ease, fome deep design to lay,
'Gainst a set time; and then forget the day :
Yet he will laugh at his best friends; and be,
Just as good company as Nokes and Lee.
But when he aims at reason or at rule,
He turns himself at best to ridicule,
Let him at business ne'er fo earnelt fit,
Shew him but mirth, and bait that mirth with wit,
That shadow of a jeft fhall be enjoy'd,
Though he left all mankind to be destroy'd,
So cat transform'd fat gravely and demure,
Till mouse appear’d, and thought himself secure.
But soon the lady had him in her eye,
And from her friend did just as oddly fly.
Reaching above our nature does no good ;
We must fall back to our old flesh and blood ;
As by our little Machiavel, we find
That nimbleft creature of the busy kind,
His limbs are crippled, and his body fhakes;
Yet his hard mind, which all this bustle makes,
No pity of its poor companion takes.
What gravity can hold from laughing out,
To see him drag his feeble legs about,
Like hounds ill-coupled ? Jowler lugs him fil
Thro' hedges, ditches, and thro' all that's ill.
"Twere crime in any man but him alone,
To use a body fo, tho' 'tis one's own :
Yet this false comfort never gives him oʻer,
That whilft he creeps his vigorous thoughts can soar :
Alas ! that soaring, to those few that know,
Is but a busy grov'ling here below.
So men in rapture think they mount the sky,
Whilft on the ground th' entranced wretches lie :
So modern fops have fancied they could fly.
As the new earl with parts deferving praise,
And wit enough to laugh at his own ways ;
Yet loses all soft days and sensual nights,
Kind nature checks, and kinder fortune flights ;
Striving against his quiet all he can,
For the fine notion of a busy ma n.
And what is that, at belt, but one whose mind
Is made to tire himself and all mankind ?
For Ireland he would go ; faith, let him reign ;
For if some odd fantastic lord would fain
Carry in trunks, and all my drudg'ey do,
I'll not only pay him, but admire him too.
But is there any other beast that lives,
Who his own harm, fo witzingly contrives?
Will any dog, that has his teeth and ftones,
Refin'dly leave his bitches and his bones!
To turn a wheel ? and bark to be employ'd,
While Venus is by rival dogs enjoy'd ?: :
Yet this fond man, to get a statesman's name,
Forfeits his friends, his freedom, and his fame.
Though faure nicely writ no humour fings
But those who merit praise in other things ;
Yet we must needs this one exception make,
And break our rules for folly Tropos fake,
Who was too much despis'd to be accus’d,
And therefore scarce deserves to be abus'd;
Rais’d only by his mercenary tongue,
For railing smoothly, and for reasining wrong.
As boys on holidays let loofe to play
Lay waggifh traps for girls that pass that way,
Then shout to see in diri and deep distress
Some filly cit in her flower'd foolish dress;
So have I mighty fatisfaction found,
To see his tinsel reason on the ground: ?W?.0, bois!!
To see the florid foot despis'd, and know it," si!
By some who scarce have words enough to fhew iela 1
For sense, fits silent, and condemns for weaker 0101:
The finer, nay sometimes the wittiest speaker: ** *7$!!!* A
But ’ris prodigious so much eloquence to go! Bly!
Should be acquired by fuch little ferise ;
. For words and wit did artciently agree; ngh.
1 And Tully was no fool, though this man be:
At bar abusive, on the bench unable,
Knave on the woolfack, fop at council-table.
These are the grievances of such fools as would : 4
Be rather wife than honeft, great than good.
Some other kinds of wits must be made known,
Whose harmless errors hurt themselves alone;
Excess of luxury they think can please,
And lazinefs call loving of their ease;
To live dissolv'd in pleasures ftill they feign,
Though their whole life's but intermitting pain :
So much of surfeits, head-achs, claps are feen,
We scarce perceive the little time between :
Well-meaning men who make this grofs mistake,
And pleasure lose only for pleasure's fake ;
Each pleasure has its price; and when we pay
Too much of pain, we squander life away.
Thus Dorset, purring like a thoughtful cat,
Married ; but wifer puss ne'er thought of that;
And firft he worried her with railing rhyme,
Like Pembroke's malliffs at his kindeft time;
Then for one night sold all his flavish life,
A teeming widow, but a barren wife;
Swell'd by contact of such a fulsome toad,
He lugg'd about the matrimonial load;
Till fortune, blindly kind as well as he,
Has ill refor'd him to his liberty!
Which he would use in his old sneaking way,
Drinking all night, and dozing all the day ;
Dull as Ned Howard, whom his brisker times,
Had fam'd for dullness in malicious rhymes.
Mulgrave had muca ado to scape the snarey
Tho' learn'd in all those arts that cheat the fair ;
For, after all his vulgar marriage-mocks,
With beauty dazzled, Numps was in the focks }
Deluded parents dried their weeping eyesy
To see him catch a tartar for his prize ;
Th' impatient town waited the wish’d-for change,
And cuckolds smil'd in hopes of sweet revenge s
Till Petworth plot made us with forrow fee,
As his estate, his perfon too was free:
Him no soft thoughts, no gratitude could move ;
To gold he fled from beauty and from love ;
Vol. VI. 24.