Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease,
It gives men happiness, or leaves them ease.
There liv'd in primo Georgii (they record)
A worthy member, no fmall fool, a Lord;
Who, though the House was up, delighted fate,
Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate:
In all but this, a man of fober life,
Fond of his Friend, and civil to his Wife;
Not quite a madman, though a pasty fell,
And much too wife to walk into a well.
Him, the damn'd Doctors and his Friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in fhort, they
Whereat the gentleman began to ftare-
My Friends! he cry'd, p--x take you for
That from a Patriot of distinguish'd note,
Have bled and purg'd me to a simple Vote.
Qui fe credebat miros audire tragoedos,
In vacuo laetus feffor plauforque theatro :
Caetera qui vitae fervaret munia recto
More; bonus fane vicinus, amabilis hofpes,
Comis in uxorem ? poffet qui ignofcere fervis,
Et figno laefo non infanire lagenae :
Poffet qui rupem, et puteum vitare patentem.
Hic ubi cognatorum opibus curifque refectus,
Expulit elleboro morbum bilemque meraco,
Et redit ad fefe: Pol me occidiftis, amici,
Non fervastis, ait; cui fic extorta voluptas,
Et demptus per vim mentis gratiffimus error.
Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my
Wifdom (curfe on it) will come foon or late.
There is a time when Poets will grow dull:
I'll e'en leave verfes to the boys at school:
To rules of Poetry no more confin'd,
I'll learn to: fmooth and harmonize my Mind,
Teach every thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the Soul.
Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind refumes the thread it dropt before ;
Thoughts which at Hyde-park corner I forgot,
Meet and rejoin me, in the Penfive Grot.
There all alone, and compliments apart,
I ask these fober questions of my heart.
t 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 eafe
Confefs as well your Folly, as disease?
The heart refolves this matter in a trice,
* Men only feel the Smart, but not the Vice.”
Nimirum fapere eft abjectis utile nugis,
Et tempeftivum pueris concedere ludum;
• Ac non verba fequi fidibus modulanda Latinis, Sed verae numerofque modofque edifcere vitae. Quocirca mecum loquor haec, tacitufque recordor: + Si tibi nulla fitim finiret copia lymphae, Narrares medicis: quod quanto plura parasti, Tanto plura cupis, nulline faterier audes?
u When golden Angels cease to cure the Evil :
You give all royal Witchcraft to the Devil :
When fervile Chaplains cry, that birth and place
Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace,
Look in that breast, most dirty Dean! be fair,
Say, can you find out one fuch lodger there?
Yet ftill, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear thefe Flatterers preach.
Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit,
A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit,
The wisest man might blush, I must agree,
If D*** lov'd fixpence, more than he.
w If there be truth in Law, and Ufe can give
A Property, that's your's on which you live.
Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford
Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord:
u Si vulnus tibi monstrata radice vel herba
Non fieret levius, fugeres radice vel herba
Proficiente nihil curarier: audieras, cui
Rem Di donarint, ille decedere pravam
Stultitiam; et, cum fis nihilo fapientior, ex quo
Plenior es, tamen uteris monitoribus îsdem?
At fi divitiae prudentem reddere poffent,
Si cupidum timidumque minus te: nempe ruberes,
Viveret in terris, te fi quis avarior uno.
w Si proprium eft, quod quis libra mercatus et aere est,
Quaedam (fi credis confultis) mancipat ufus :
Qui te pafcit ager, tuus eft; et villicus Orbi,
Cum fegetes occat tibi mox frumenta daturus,
All x Worldly's hens, nay, partridge, fold to town,
His venison too, a guinea makes your own:
He bought at thousands, what with better wit
You purchase as you want, and bit by bit;
Now, or long fince, what difference will be found?
You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.
y Heathcote himself, and fuch large-acred men, 240 Lords of fat E'fham, 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'erlooks from Lincoln town. 245
The Laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor a Perpetuity should stand:
Eftates have wings, and hang in Fortune's power z Loose on the point of every wavering hour,
x das nummos; accipis uvam,
Pullos, ova, cadum, temeti: nempe modo isto
Paulatim mercaris agrum, fortaffe trecentis,
Aut etiam fupra nummorum millibus emtum.
Quid refert, vivas numerato nuper, an olim ?
y Emtor Aricini quondam, Veientis et arvi,
Emtum coenat olus, quamvis aliter putat; emtis
Sub noctem gelidam lignis calefactat ahenum.
Sed vocat ufque fuum, qua populus adfita certis
Limitibus vicina refigit jurgia: tanquam
Sit proprium cuiquam, puncto quod mobilis horae, Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc forte suprema,
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
By fale, at least by death, to change their lord,
Mar.? and for ever? wretch! what would'st thou have?
Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave.
All vaft poffeffions (just the same the case
Whether you
Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail ?
Join Cotfwood 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,
Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable Death fhall level all,
call them Villa, Park, or Chace)
And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall.
a Gold, Silver, Ivory, Vases sculptur'd high,
Paint, Marble, Gems, and robes of Perfian dye,
There are who have not-and thank heaven there are,
Who, if they have not, think not worth their care.
b Talk what you will of Tafte, my friend, you'll find Two of a face, as foon as of a mind.
Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura.
Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur usus, et haeres Haeredem alterius, velut unda supervenit undam : Quid vici profunt, aut horrea? quidve Calabris Saltibus adjecti Lucani; fi metit Orcus
Grandia cum parvis, non exorabilis auro?
a Gemmas, marmor, ebur, Tyrrhena figilla, tabellas, Argentum, veftes Gaetulo murice tintas,
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