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Pleasures the sex, as children birds pursue
240 Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died.
See how the world its veterans rewards!
Ah, friend! to dazzle let the vain design:
250 That charm shall grow, while what fatigues the
ring, Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing: So when the sun's broad beam has tired the sight, All mild ascends the moon's more sober light Serene in virgin modesty she shines, And unobserved the glaring orb declines.
O! bless'd with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day; She who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter, with unwounded tar; 261 She who ne'er answers till a husband cools; Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules ; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys; Let fops or fortune fly which way they will, Disdains all loss of tickets or codille ;
Spleen, vapours, or small-pox, above them all,
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
270 Heaven when it strives to polish all it can Its last best work, but forms a softer man; Picks from each sex, to make the favourite bless'd, Your love of pleasure, our desire of rest; Blends in exception to all general rules, Your taste of follies, with our scorn of fools ; Reserve with frankness, art with truth allied, Courage with softness, modesty with pride; Fix'd principles with fancy ever new; Shakes all together, and produces--you.
280 Be this a woman's fame; with this unbless'd, Toasts live a scorn, and queens may die a jest. This Phæbus promised, (I forget the year,) When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere; Ascendant Phæbus watch'd that hour with care, Averted half your parents' simple prayer; And gave you beauty, but denied the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself. The generous god, who wit and gold refines, And rip spirits as he ripens mines,
290 Kept dross for duchesses, the world shall know it, To you gave sense, good-humour, and a poet.
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
Of the Use of Riches. That it is known to few, most falling into one of the
cxtremes, avarice or profusion, ver. 1, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money has leen moro comn odious or pernicions to mankind, ver. 2) to
77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the pro digal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries ver. 89 to 160. That avarice is an absolute frenzy without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c 152. Conjec. tures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 tc 153. That the conduct of men with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, wliich works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a miser acts upon principles which appear to him reasonable, ver. 179. How a pro. digal does the same, ver. 199. The true mediuin, and true use of riches. ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the profuse and the covetous, in two examples; both miserable in life and in death, ver. 300 &c. The story of Sir Balaain, ver. 339 to the end.
This epistle was written after a very violent outcry against our author, on a supposition that he had ridi. culed a worthy nobleman, merely for his wrong taste. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington ; at the end of which are these words : I have learnt that there are some who would rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will there. fore leave my betters in the quiet possession of their idols, their groves, and their high-places, and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, froin their vanities to their miseries; and as the only cer. tain way to avoid misconstructions, to lesser offence, and not to multiply ill-natured applications, I may probably in my next make use of real names instead of fictitious oues.'
P. Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ? You hold the word, from Jove to Momus given, That man was made the standing jest of Heaven : And gold but sent to keep the fools in play, For some to heap, and some to throw away.
But I, who think more highly of our kind,
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has pass'd,
B. What nature wants, commodious gold bestows:
P. But how unequal it bestows, observe; 'Tis thus we riot, while, who sow it, starve: What nature wants (a phrase I much distrust)
Extends to luxury, extends to lust:
B. Trade it may help, society extend :
P. But bribes a senate, and the land 's betray'd.
A leaf like Sybil's, scatter to and fro
Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see,
50 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 con
found, Or water all the quorum ten miles round? A statesman's slumbers 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.
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 mazed, Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman crazed. 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 carried, as to ancient games, Fair coursers, vases, and alluring dames. 70 Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, Bear home six whores, and make his lady weep? Or soft Adonis, so perfumed and fine, Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? O 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. Suy? Why, take it, gold and all.
P. What riches gives us, let us then inquire : Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat clothes, and fire.