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“ The ruling Passion, be it what it will, “ The ruling Passion conquers Reason still.” Lefs mad the wildest whimsey we can frame, 155 Than ev'n that Passion, if it has no Aim; For tho' such motives Folly you may call, The Folly's greater to have none at all.

Hear then the truth : "'Tis Heav'n each Paffion

« sends,

« And diff'rent men directs to diff'rent ends. 160 « Extremes in Nature equal good produce, “ Extremes in Man concur to gen’ral use. Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow ? That Pow'r who bids the Ocean ebb and flow, Bids feed-time, harvest, equal course maintain, 165 Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, Builds Life on Death, on Change Duration founds, And gives th'eternal wheels to know their rounds.

Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. 170 Who fees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the Poor; This year a Reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a Fountain, spouting thro' his Heir, In lavish streams to quench a Country's thirst, 175 And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.

Old Cotta sham'd his fortune and his birth, Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: What tho' (the use of barb’rous spits forgot) His kitchen vy’d in coolness with his grot?

180 His court with nettles, moats with cresses stor’d, With foups unbought and sallads bless’d his board? If Cotta liv'd on pulse, it was no more Than Bramins, Saints, and Sages did before ; To cram the Rich was prodigal expence, 185 And who would take the Poor from Providence ? Like some lone Chartreux stands the good old Hall, Silence without, and Fasts within the wall; No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor found, No noontide-bell invites the country round: 190 Tenants with sighs the smoakless tow’rs survey, And turn th'unwilling steeds another way: Benighted wanderers, the forest o’er, Curse the fav'd candle, and unop'ning door ; While the gaunt mastiff growling at the gate, 195 Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.

Not so his Son, he mark'd this oversight, And then mistook reverse of wrong for right,


Ver. 182. With foups unbought,]

-dapibus mensas onerabat inemptis. Virg. P.


(For what to shun will no great knowledge need,
But what to follow, is a talk indeed.)
Yet sure, of qualities deserving praise,
More go to ruin Fortunes, than to raise.
What Naughter'd hecatombs, what foods of wine,
Fill the capacious Squire, and deep Divine !
Yet no mean motive this profusion draws, 205
His oxen perish in his country's cause;
'Tis GEORGE and LIBERTY that crowns the cup
And Zeal for that great House which eats him up.
The Woods recede around the naked seat,
The Sylvans groan—no matter for the Fleet : 210
Next goes his Wool-to clothe our valiant bands,
Laft, for his Country's love, he sells his Lands.


Ver. 199. (For what to amples of a good conduct poun will no great know are extremely rare: Besides, ledge need, But what to fol- the mischiefs of folly are low, is a task indeed.)] The eminent and obvious ; but poet is here speaking only the fruits of prudence, reof the knowļedge gained by mote and retired from comexperience

Now there are mon observation ; and if so many miserable examples seen at all, yet their deof ill conduct, that no one, pendance on their causes with his eyes open, can be not being direct and immeat a loss to know what to diate, they are not easily foun; but, very inviting ex- I understood.

To town he comes, completes the nation's hope,
And heads the bold Train-bands, and burns a Pope.
And shall not Britain now reward his toils, 215
Britain, that pays her Patriots with her Spoils ?
In vain at Court the Bankrupt pleads his cause,
His thankless Country leaves him to her Laws.

The Sense to value Riches, with the Art
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart, 220


After x 218. in the MS.

Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board,
And nettles grew, fit porridge for their Lord;
Where mad good-nature, bounty misapply'd,
In lavish Curio blaz'd awhile and dy'd ;
There Providence once more shall shift the scene,
And shewing H-y, teach the golden mean.


VER. 219, 220.

The valued without Sense. That Sense to value Riches, with man therefore only shews he the Art, Tenjoy them, and has the sense to value Riches, the Virtue to impart.] The who keeps what he has acSense to value Riches, is not, quired, in order to enjoy in the City - meaning, the one part of it innocently Sense in valuing them: For and elegantly, in such meaas Riches may be enjoyed fure and degree as his stawithout Art, and imparted tion may justify, which the with Virtue, so they may be poet calls the Art of enjoya

Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursu'd,
Not sunk by sloth, nor rais’d by servitude ;
To balance Fortune by a just expence,
Join with Oeconomy, Magnificence; 224
With Splendor, Charity; with Plenty, Health ;
Oh teach us, BATHURST! yet unspoild by wealth!
That secret rare, between th’extremes to move
Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.
B. To Worth or Want well-weigh’d, be Bounty

giv'n, And ease, or emulate, the care of Heav'n; 230 (Whose measure full o'erflows on human race) Mend Fortune's fault, and justify her grace.


After 226. in the MS.

That secret rare, with affluence hardly join'd,
Which W-n loft, yet B-y ne'er could find ;
Still miss'd by Vice, and scarce by Virtue hit
By G-'s goodness, or by S—'s wit.


ing ; and to impart the Ver. 231, 232. (Whofe remainder amongst objects measure full o'er flows on of worth, or want well human race, Mend Fortune's weigh’d; which is, indeed, fault, and justify her grace.] the Virtue of imparting. i. e. Such of the Rich

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