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Him the damn'd doctors and his friends immnr'd, They hied, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short they

cur'd: Whereat the gentleman began to stare— "My friends! (he cried) p-x take you for your care! That from a patriot of distinguish'd note X96

Have hied and purg'd me to a simple vote."

Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my fate:
Wisdom (curse on it!) will come soon or late.
There is a time when poets will grow dull; 200

I'll ev'n leave verses to the boys at school:
To rules of poetry no more confin'd,
I'll learn to smooth and harmonize my mind,
Teach every thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the soul. sof

Soon as I enter at my country door
My mind resumes the thread it dropt before;
Thoughts which at Hyde-park Corner I forgot,
Meet and rejoin me in the pensive grot:
There all alone, and compliments apart, - sio

I ask these sober questions of ray heart.

If, when the more you drink the more you crave,
You tell the doctor; when the more you have
The more you want, why not, with equal ease,
Confess as well your folly as disease? jlf

The heart resolves this matter in a trice;
'Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.'

When golden angels cease to cure the evil,
You give all royal witchcraft to the devil:
When servile chaplains cry that birth and place 82*
Endue a peer with honour, truth, and grace,
Look in that breast, most dirty dean! be fair,
Say, can you find out one such lodger there?
Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear these flatterers preach.

Indeed could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 2ii A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, The wisest man might blush, I must agree, If 0*** lov'd sixpence more than he.

If there be truth in law, and use can give 230
A property, that's your's on which you live.
Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord:
All Worldly's hens, nay, partridge, sold to town,
His ven'son too a guinea makes your own: 23<

He bought at thousands what with better wit
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit:
Now, or long since, what difference will be found?
You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, 249
lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln-Fen,
Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat,
Buy every pullet they afford to eat.
Yet these are wights who fondly call their own
Half that the devil o'crlooka from Lincoln town. 24S
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor a perpetuity should stand:
Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's pow'r,
Loose on the point of every wavering hour,
Ready by force, or of your own accord, 250

By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
Man? and for ever? wretch, what wouldst thou

have?
Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave.
All vast possessions, (just the same the case
Whether you call them villa, park, or chase,) 2SS
Alas, myBathurst! what will they avail?
Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale;
Let rising granaries and temples here,
There mingled farms and pyramids appear,
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 26(1

Enclose whole downs in walls; 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable death shall level all,
And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer, fall.

Gold, silver, ivory, vases sculptur'd high,
Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, 265
There are who have not—and, thank Heav'n! there

are Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. Tol, ii. »

Talk what you will of taste, my friend! you'll
find
Two of a face as soon as of a mind.
Why of two brothers, rich and restless, one 270

Ploughs, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun;
The other slights, for women, sports, and wines,
All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines:
Why one, like Bu*, with pay and scorn content,
Bows and votes on in court and parliament; 275

One, driv'n by strong benevolence of soul,
Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole;
Is known alone to that directing pow'r
Who forms the genius in the natal hour;
That God of Nature, who, within us still, 280

Inclines our action, not constrains our will:
Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual: His great end the same.
Yes, sir, how small soever be my heap,
A part I will enjoy as well as keep. 28<

My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace,
A man so poor would live without a place;
But sure no statute in his favour says,
How free or frugal I shall pass my days;

I who at some times spend, at others spare, 290

Divided between carelessness and care.

Tisone thing, madly to disperse my store;

Another, not to heed to treasure more;

Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day,

And pleas'd if sordid want be far away. 294

What is't to me (a passenger, God wot,)

Whether my vessel be first rate or not?

The ship itself may make a better figure,

But I that sail am neither less nor bigger.

1 neither strut with every favouring breath, 300

Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth;

In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd

Behind the foremost, and before the last.
"But why ail this of avarice? I have none."

1 wish you joy, sir, of a tyrant gone: 30J

But does no other lord it at this hour,
As wild and mad? the avarice of pow'r?
Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appal?
Not the black fear of death, that saddens all?
With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, 310
Despise the known, or tremble at th' unknown?
Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,
In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire?
Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind,
And count each birthday with a grateful mind, 315
Has life no sourness drawn so near its end?
Canst thou endure a foe, forgive a friend?
Has age but melted the rough parts away,
As winter fruits grow mild ere they decay? 319

Or will you think, my friend your business done,
When of a hundred thorns you pull out one?

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've plav'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your

fill. Walk sober off before a sprightlier age Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave suqh to trifle with more grace than ease, 326 Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please.

BOOK IV. ODE I.

TO VENUS.

Again? new tumults in my breast?
Ah, spare me, Venut! let me, let me rest!
I am not now, alas! the man
As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne.
Ah! sound no more thy soft alarms, ♦

Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms.
Mother too fierce of dear desires!
Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires:
To number five direct your doves,
There spread round Murray all your blooming loves;

Noble and young, who strikes the heart 11

With every sprightly, every decent part;
Equal the injur'd to defend,
To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend:
He, with an hundred arts refin'd, IS

Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind:
To him each rival shall submit,
Make but his riches equal to his wit.
Then shall thy form the marble grace,
(Thy Grecian form) and Chloe lend the face: JO

His house embosom'd in the grove,
Sacred to social life and social love,
Shall glitter o'er the pendant green,
Where Thames reflects the visionary scene:
Thither the silver-sounding lyres 25

Shall call the smiling loves and young desires;
There every grace and Muse shall throng,
Exalt the dance or animate the song;
There youths and nymphs, in consort gay,
Shall hail the rising, close the parting day. SO

With me, alas! those joys are o'er;
With me the vernal garlands bloom no more.
Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire.
The still-believing, still-renew'd desire:
Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, J5

And all the kind deceivers of the soul!
But why? ah! tell me, ah! too dear!
Steals down my cheek th'involuntary tear?
Why words so flowing, thought so free,
Stop, or turn nonsense, at one glance of thee! 40
Thee, drcss'd in fancy's airy beam,
Absent I follow through th' extended dream;
Now, now I seize, I clasp thy charms,
And now you burst (ah, cruel!) from my arms!
! And swiftly shoot along the mall, 4S

'Or softly glide by the canal;
Now shown by Cynthia'i silver ray,
And now on rolling waters suatch'd awav.

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