511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,001[A ]| Who shall decide, when Doctors disagree, 511:01,002[A ]| And soundest Casuists doubt, like you and me? 511:01,003[A ]| You hold the word, from Jove to Momus giv'n, 511:01,004[A ]| That Man was made the standing jest of Heav'n; 511:01,005[A ]| And Gold but sent to keep the fools in play, 511:01,006[A ]| For some to heap, and some to throw away. 511:01,007[A ]| But I, who think more highly of our kind, 511:01,008[A ]| (And surely, Heav'n and I are of a mind) 511:01,009[A ]| Opine, that Nature, as in duty bound, 511:01,010[A ]| Deep hid the shining mischief under ground: <10> 511:01,011[A ]| But when by Man's audacious labour won, 511:01,012[A ]| Flam'd forth this rival to, its sire, the Sun, 511:01,013[A ]| Then careful Heav'n supply'd two sorts of Men, 511:01,014[A ]| To squander these, and those to hide agen. 511:01,015[A ]| Like Doctors thus, when much dispute has past, 511:01,016[A ]| We find our tenets just the same at last. 511:01,017[A ]| Both fairly owning, Riches in effect 511:01,018[A ]| No grace of Heav'n or token of th' Elect; 511:01,019[A ]| Giv'n to the Fool, the Mad, the Vain, the Evil, 511:01,020[A ]| To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. <20> 511:01,021[A ]| What Nature wants, commodious Gold bestows, 511:01,022[A ]| 'Tis thus we eat the bread another sows: 511:01,023[A ]| But how unequal it bestows, observe, 511:01,024[A ]| 'Tis thus we riot, while who sow it, starve. 511:01,025[A ]| What Nature wants (a phrase I much distrust) 511:01,026[A ]| Extends to Luxury, extends to Lust: 511:01,027[A ]| And if we count among the Needs of life 511:01,028[A ]| Another's Toil, why not another's Wife? 511:01,029[A ]| Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires, 511:01,030[A ]| But dreadful too, the dark Assassin hires: <30> 511:01,031[A ]| Trade it may help, Society extend; 511:01,032[A ]| But lures the Pyrate, and corrupts the Friend: 511:01,033[A ]| It raises Armies in a Nation's aid, 511:01,034[A ]| But bribes a Senate, and the Land's betray'd. 511:01,035[A ]| Oh! that such bulky Bribes as all might see, 511:01,036[A ]| Still, as of old, incumber'd Villainy! 511:01,037[A ]| In vain may Heroes fight, and Patriots rave; 511:01,038[A ]| If secret Gold saps on from knave to knave. 511:01,039[A ]| Could France or Rome divert our brave designs, 511:01,040[A ]| With all their brandies or with all their wines? <40> 511:01,041[A ]| What could they more than Knights and Squires confound, 511:01,042[A ]| Or water all the Quorum ten miles round? 511:01,043[A ]| A Statesman's slumbers how this speech would spoil! 511:01,044@x | "Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; 511:01,045@x | Huge bales of British cloth bloackade the door; 511:01,046@x | A hundred oxen at your levee roar." 511:01,047[A ]| Poor Avarice one torment more would find; 511:01,048[A ]| Nor could Profusion squander all in kind. 511:01,049[A ]| Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet, 511:01,050[A ]| And Worldly crying coals from street to street, <50> 511:01,051[A ]| (Whom with a wig so wild, and mien so maz'd, 511:01,052[A ]| Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd). 511:01,053[A ]| Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hogs, 511:01,054[A ]| Could he himself have sent it to the dogs? 511:01,055[A ]| His Grace will game: to White's a Bull be led, 511:01,056[A ]| With spurning heels and with a butting head. 511:01,057[A ]| To White's be carried, as to ancient games, 511:01,058[A ]| Fair Coursers, Vases, and alluring Dames. 511:01,059[A ]| Shall then Uxorio, if the stakes he sweep, 511:01,060[A ]| Bear home six Whores, and make his Lady weep? <60> 511:01,061[A ]| Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine, 511:01,062[A ]| Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine? 511:01,063[A ]| Oh filthy check on all industrious skill, 511:01,064[A ]| To spoil the nation's last great trade, Quadrille! 511:01,065[A ]| Once, we confess, beneath the Patriot's cloak, 511:01,066[A ]| From the crack'd bag the dropping Guinea spoke, 511:01,067[A ]| And gingling down the back-stairs, told the crew, 511:01,068@x | "Old Cato is as great a Rogue as you." 511:01,069@x | Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! 511:01,070@x | That lends Corruption lighter wings to fly! <70> 511:01,071@x | Gold imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, 511:01,072@x | Can pocket States, can fetch or carry Kings; 511:01,073@x | A single leaf shall waft an Army o'er, 511:01,074@x | Or ship off Senates to a distant Shore; 511:01,075@x | A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro 511:01,076@x | Our fates and fortunes, as the winds shall blow: 511:01,077@x | Pregnant with thousands flits the Scrap unseen, 511:01,078@x | And silent sells a King, or buys a Queen. 511:01,079@x | Since then, my Lord, on such a world we fall, 511:01,080@x | What say you? "Say? Why take it, Gold and all." <80> 511:01,081[A ]| What Riches give us let us then enquire: 511:01,082[A ]| Meat, Fire, and Cloaths. What more? Meat, Cloaths, and Fire. 511:01,083[A ]| Is this too little? would you more than live? 511:01,084[A ]| Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give. 511:01,085[A ]| Alas! 'tis more than (all his Visions past) 511:01,086[A ]| Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! 511:01,087[A ]| What can they give? to dying Hopkins Heirs; 511:01,088[A ]| To Chartres , Vigour; Japhet, Nose and Ears? 511:01,089[A ]| Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow, 511:01,090[A ]| In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below, <90> 511:01,091[A ]| Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, 511:01,092[A ]| With all th' embroid'ry plaister'd at thy tail? 511:01,093[A ]| They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) 511:01,094[A ]| Give Harpax self the blessing of a Friend; 511:01,095[A ]| Or find some Doctor that would save the life 511:01,096[A ]| Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's Wife: 511:01,097[A ]| But thousands die, without or this or that, 511:01,098[A ]| Die, and endow a College, or a Cat: 511:01,099[A ]| To some, indeed, Heav'n grants the happier fate, 511:01,100[A ]| T' enrich a Bastard, or a Son they hate. <100> 511:01,101[A ]| Perhaps you think the Poor might have their part? 511:01,102[A ]| Bond damns the Poor, and hates them from his heart: 511:01,103[A ]| The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule, 511:01,104[A ]| That 511:01,104@x | "every man in want is knave or fool:" 511:01,105@x | "God cannot love 511:01,105[A ]| (says Blunt, with tearless eyes) 511:01,106@x | The wretch he starves" ~~ and piously denies: 511:01,107[A ]| But the good bishop, with a meeker air, 511:01,108[A ]| Admits, and leaves them Providence's care. 511:01,109[A ]| Yet, to be just to these poor men of pelf, 511:01,110[A ]| Each does but hate his Neighbour as himself: <110> 511:01,111[A ]| Damn'd to the Mines, an equal fate betides 511:01,112[A ]| The Slave that digs it, and the Slave that hides. 511:01,113[A ]| Who suffer thus, mere Charity should own, 511:01,114[A ]| Must act on motives pow'rful, tho' unknown: 511:01,115[A ]| Some War, some Plague, or Famine they foresee, 511:01,116[A ]| Some Revelation hid from you and me. 511:01,117[A ]| Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found, 511:01,118[A ]| He thinks a Loaf will rise to fifty pound. 511:01,119[A ]| What made Directors cheat in South-Sea year? 511:01,120[A ]| To live on Ven'son when it sold so dear. <120> 511:01,121[A ]| Ask you why Phryne the whole Auction buys? 511:01,122[A ]| Phryne foresees a general Excise. 511:01,123[A ]| Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum? 511:01,124[A ]| Alas! they fear a man will cost a plum. 511:01,125[A ]| Wise Peter sees the World's respect for Gold, 511:01,126[A ]| And therefore hopes this Nation may be sold: 511:01,127[A ]| Glorious Ambition! Peter, swell thy store, 511:01,128[A ]| And be what Rome's great Didius was before. 511:01,129[A ]| The Crown of Poland, venal twice an age, 511:01,130[A ]| To just three millions stinted modest Gage. <130> 511:01,131[A ]| But nobler scenes Maria's dreams unfold, 511:01,132[A ]| Hereditary Realms, and worlds of Gold. 511:01,133[A ]| Congenial souls! whose life one Av'rice joins, 511:01,134[A ]| And one fate buries in th' Asturian Mines. 511:01,135[A ]| Much injur'd Blunt! why bears he Britain's hate? 511:01,136[A ]| A wizard told him in these words our fate: 511:01,137@x | "At length Corruption, like a gen'ral flood, 511:01,138@x | (So long by watchful Ministers withstood) 511:01,139@x | Shall deluge all; and Av'rice creeping on, 511:01,140@x | Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the Sun; <140> 511:01,141@x | Statesman and Patriot ply alike the stocks, 511:01,142@x | Peeress and Butler share alike the Box, 511:01,143@x | And Judges job, and bishops bite the town, 511:01,144@x | And mighty Dukes pack cards for half a crown. 511:01,145@x | See Britain sunk in lucre's sordid charms, 511:01,146@x | And France reveng'd of ANNE'S and EDWARD's arms!" 511:01,147[A ]| No mean Court-badge, great Scriv'ner! fir'd thy brain, 511:01,148[A ]| Nor lordly Luxury, nor City Gain: 511:01,149[A ]| No, 'twas thy righteous end, asham'd to see 511:01,150[A ]| Senates degen'rate, Patriots disagree, <150> 511:01,151[A ]| And nobly wishing Party-rage to cease, 511:01,152[A ]| To buy both sides, and give thy Country peace. 511:01,153@x | "All this is madness," 511:01,153[A ]| cries a sober sage: 511:01,154@x | But who, my friend, has reason in his rage? 511:01,155@x | "The ruling Passion, be it what it will, 511:01,156@x | The ruling Passion conquers Reason still." 511:01,157[A ]| Less mad the wildest whimsey we can frame, 511:01,158[A ]| Than ev'n that Passion, if it has no Aim; 511:01,159[A ]| For tho' such motives Folly you may call, 511:01,160[A ]| The Folly's greater to have none at all. <160> 511:01,161[A ]| Hear then the truth: 511:01,161@x | "'Tis Heav'n each Passion sends, 511:01,162@x | And diff'rent men directs to diff'rent ends. 511:01,163@x | Extremes in Nature equal good produce, 511:01,164@x | Extremes in Man concur to gen'ral use." 511:01,165[A ]| Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow? 511:01,166[A ]| That POW'R who bids the Ocean ebb and flow, 511:01,167[A ]| Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain, 511:01,168[A ]| Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, 511:01,169[A ]| Builds Life on Death, on Change Duration founds, 511:01,170[A ]| And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds. <170> 511:01,171[A ]| Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie, 511:01,172[A ]| Wait but for wings, and in their season, fly. 511:01,173[A ]| Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, 511:01,174[A ]| Sees but a backward steward for the Poor; 511:01,175[A ]| This year a Reservoir, to keep and spare, 511:01,176[A ]| The next a Founain, spouting thro' his Heir, 511:01,177[A ]| In lavish streams to quench a Country's thirst, 511:01,178[A ]| And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst. 511:01,179[A ]| Old Cotta sham'd his fortune and his birth, 511:01,180[A ]| Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: <180> 511:01,181[A ]| What tho' (the use of barb'rous spits forgot) 511:01,182[A ]| His kitchen vy'd in coolness with his grot? 511:01,183[A ]| His court with nettles, moats with cresses stor'd, 511:01,184[A ]| With soups unbought and sallads blest his board. 511:01,185[A ]| If Cotta liv'd on pulse, it was no more 511:01,186[A ]| Than Bramins, Saints, and Sages did before; 511:01,187[A ]| To cram the Rich was prodigal expence, 511:01,188[A ]| And who would take the Poor from Providence? 511:01,189[A ]| Like some lone Chartreux stands the good old Hall, 511:01,190[A ]| Silence without, and Fasts within the wall; <190> 511:01,191[A ]| No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound, 511:01,192[A ]| No noontide-bell invites the country round; 511:01,193[A ]| Tenants with sighs the smoakless tow'rs survey, 511:01,194[A ]| And turn th' unwilling steeds another way: 511:01,195[A ]| Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er, 511:01,196[A ]| Curse the sav'd candle, and unop'ning door; 511:01,197[A ]| While the gaunt mastiff growling at the gate, 511:01,198[A ]| Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat. 511:01,199[A ]| Not so his son, he mark'd this oversight, 511:01,200[A ]| And then mistook reverse of wrong for right. <200> 511:01,201[A ]| (For what to shun will no great knowledge need, 511:01,202[A ]| But what to follow is a task indeed.) 511:01,203[A ]| What slaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine, 511:01,204[A ]| Fill the capacious Squire, and deep Divine! 511:01,205[A ]| Yet no mean motive this profusion draws, 511:01,206[A ]| His oxen perish in his country's cause; 511:01,207[A ]| 'Tis GEORGE and LIBERTY that crowns the cup, 511:01,208[A ]| And Zeal for that great House which eats him up. 511:01,209[A ]| The woods recede around the naked seat, 511:01,210[A ]| The Sylvans groan ~~ no matter ~~ for the Fleet: <210> 511:01,211[A ]| Next goes his Wool ~~ to clothe our valiant bands, 511:01,212[A ]| Last, for his Country's love, he sells his Lands. 511:01,213[A ]| To town he comes, completes the nation's hope, 511:01,214[A ]| And heads the bold Train-bands, and burns a Pope. 511:01,215[A ]| And shall not Britain now reward his toils, 511:01,216[A ]| Britain, that pays her Patriots with her Spoils? 511:01,217[A ]| In vain at Court the Bankrupt pleads his cause, 511:01,218[A ]| His thankless Country leaves him to her Laws. 511:01,219[A ]| The Sense to value Riches, with the Art 511:01,220[A ]| T' enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart, <220> 511:01,221[A ]| Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursu'd, 511:01,222[A ]| Not sunk by sloth, nor rais'd by servitude; 511:01,223[A ]| To balance Fortune by a just expence, 511:01,224[A ]| Join with Oeconomy, Magnificence; 511:01,225[A ]| With Splendour, Charity; with Plenty, Health; 511:01,226[A ]| Oh teach us, BATHURST! yet unspoil'd by wealth! 511:01,227[A ]| That secret rare, between th' extremes to move 511:01,228[A ]| Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love. 511:01,229[A ]| To Want or Worth well-weigh'd, be Bounty giv'n, 511:01,230[A ]| And ease, or emulate, the care of Heav'n, <230> 511:01,231[A ]| Whose measure full o'erflows on human race; 511:01,232[A ]| Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace. 511:01,233[A ]| Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd, 511:01,234[A ]| As Poison heals, in just proportion us'd: 511:01,235[A ]| In heaps, like Ambergrise, a stink it lies, 511:01,236[A ]| But well-dispers'd, is Incense to the Skies. 511:01,237[A ]| Who starves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats? 511:01,238[A ]| The Wretch that trusts them, and the Rogue that cheats. 511:01,239[A ]| Is there a Lord, who knows a cheerful noon 511:01,240[A ]| Without a Fiddler, Flatt'rer, or Buffoon? <240> 511:01,241[A ]| Whose table, Wit, or modest Merit share 511:01,242[A ]| Un-elbow'd by a Gamester, Pimp, or Play'r? 511:01,243[A ]| Who copies Your's, or OXFORD's better part, 511:01,244[A ]| To ease th' oppress'd, and raise the sinking heart? 511:01,245[A ]| Where-e'er he shines, oh Fortune, gild the scene, 511:01,246[A ]| And Angels guard him in the golden Mean! 511:01,247[A ]| There, English Bounty yet a-while may stand, 511:01,248[A ]| And Honour linger ere it leaves the land. 511:01,249[A ]| But all our praises why should Lords engross? 511:01,250[A ]| Rise, honest Muse! and sing the MAN of ROSS: <250> 511:01,251[A ]| Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bounds, 511:01,252[A ]| And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. 511:01,253[A ]| Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow? 511:01,254[A ]| From the dry rock who bade the waters flow? 511:01,255[A ]| Not to the skies in useless columns tost, 511:01,256[A ]| Or in proud falls magnificently lost, 511:01,257[A ]| But clear and artless, pouring thro' the plain 511:01,258[A ]| Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. 511:01,259[A ]| Whose Cause-way parts the vale with shady rows? 511:01,260[A ]| Whose Seats the weary Traveller repose? <260> 511:01,261[A ]| Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise? 511:01,262[A ]| The MAN of ROSS, each lisping babe replies. 511:01,263[A ]| Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! 511:01,264[A ]| The MAN of ROSS divides the weekly bread: 511:01,265[A ]| Behold yon Alms-house, neat, but void of state, 511:01,266[A ]| Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate: 511:01,267[A ]| Him portion'd Maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, 511:01,268[A ]| The young who labour, and the old who rest. 511:01,269[A ]| Is any sick? the MAN of ROSS relieves, 511:01,270[A ]| Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes, and gives. <270> 511:01,271[A ]| Is there a variance? enter but his door, 511:01,272[A ]| Balk'd are the Courts, and contest is no more. 511:01,273[A ]| Despairing Quacks with curses fled the place, 511:01,274[A ]| And vile Attornies, now an useless race. 511:01,275[A ]| "Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue 511:01,276[A ]| What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do! 511:01,277[A ]| Oh say, what sums that gen'rous hand supply? 511:01,278[A ]| What mines, to swell that boundless charity?" 511:01,279[A ]| Of Debts, and Taxes, Wife and Children clear, 511:01,280[A ]| This man possest ~~ five hundred pounds a year. <280> 511:01,281[A ]| Blush, Grandeur, blush! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze! 511:01,282[A ]| Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays. 511:01,283[A ]| "And what? no monument, inscription, stone? 511:01,284[A ]| His race, his form, his name almost unknown?" 511:01,285[A ]| Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame, 511:01,286[A ]| Will never mark the marble with his Name: 511:01,287[A ]| Go, search it there, where to be born and die, 511:01,288[A ]| Of rich and poor makes all the history; 511:01,289[A ]| Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between; 511:01,290[A ]| Prov'd, by the ends of being, to have been. <290> 511:01,291[A ]| When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend 511:01,292[A ]| The wretch, who living sav'd a candle's end: 511:01,293[A ]| Should'ring God's altar a vile image stands, 511:01,294[A ]| Belies his features, nay extends his hands; 511:01,295[A ]| That live-long wig which Gorgon's self might own, 511:01,296[A ]| Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone. 511:01,297[A ]| Behold what blessings Wealth to life can lend! 511:01,298[A ]| And see, what comfort it affords our end. 511:01,299[A ]| In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, 511:01,300[A ]| The floors of plaister, and the walls of dung, <300> 511:01,301[A ]| On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, 511:01,302[A ]| With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw, 511:01,303[A ]| The George and Garter dangling from that bed 511:01,304[A ]| Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, 511:01,305[A ]| Great Villers lies ~~ alas! how chang'd from him, 511:01,306[A ]| That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim! 511:01,307[A ]| Gallant and gay in Cliveden's proud alcove, 511:01,308[A ]| The bow'r of wanton Shrewsbury and love; 511:01,309[A ]| Or just as gay, at Council, in a ring 511:01,310[A ]| Of mimick'd Statesmen, and their merry King. <310> 511:01,311[A ]| No Wit to flatter, left of all his store! 511:01,312[A ]| No Fool to laugh at, which he valu'd more. 511:01,313[A ]| There, Victor of his health, of fortune, friends, 511:01,314[A ]| And fame; this lord of useless thousands ends. 511:01,315[A ]| His Grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee, 511:01,316[A ]| And well (he thought) advis'd him, 511:01,316@w | "Live like me." 511:01,317[A ]| As well his Grace reply'd, 511:01,317@w | "Like you, Sir John? 511:01,318@w | That I can do, when all I have is gone." 511:01,319[A ]| Resolve me, Reason, which of these is worse, 511:01,320[A ]| Want with a full, or with an empty purse? <320> 511:01,321[A ]| Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd, 511:01,322[A ]| Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd? 511:01,323[A ]| Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, 511:01,324[A ]| For very want; he could not build a wall. 511:01,325[A ]| His only daughter in a stranger's pow'r, 511:01,326[A ]| For very want; he could not pay a dow'r. 511:01,327[A ]| A few grey hairs his rev'rend temples crown'd, 511:01,328[A ]| 'Twas very want that sold them for two pound. 511:01,329[A ]| What ev'n deny'd a cordial at his end, 511:01,330[A ]| Banish'd the doctor, and expell'd the friend? <330> 511:01,331[A ]| What but a want, which you perhaps think mad, 511:01,332[A ]| Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had. 511:01,333[A ]| Cutler and Brutus, dying both exclaim, 511:01,334@x | "Virtue and Wealth! what are you but a name!" 511:01,335[A ]| Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd? 511:01,336[A ]| Or are they both, in this their own reward? 511:01,337[A ]| A knotty point! to which we now proceed. 511:01,338[A ]| But you are tir'd ~~ I'll tell a tale. 511:01,338@x | "Agreed." 511:01,339[A ]| Where London's column, pointing at the skies, 511:01,340[A ]| Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lyes; <340> 511:01,341[A ]| There dwelt a Citizen of sober fame, 511:01,342[A ]| A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; 511:01,343[A ]| Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth; 511:01,344[A ]| His word would pass for more than he was worth. 511:01,345[A ]| One solid dish his week-day meal affords, 511:01,346[A ]| And added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's: 511:01,347[A ]| Constant at Church, and Change; his gains were sure, 511:01,348[A ]| His givings rare, save farthings to the poor. 511:01,349[A ]| The Devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold, 511:01,350[A ]| And long'd to tempt him like good Job of old: <350> 511:01,351[A ]| But Satan now is wiser than of yore, 511:01,352[A ]| And tempts by making rich, not making poor. 511:01,353[A ]| Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds sweep 511:01,354[A ]| The surge, and plunge his Father in the deep; 511:01,355[A ]| Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, 511:01,356[A ]| And two rich ship-wrecks bless the lucky shore. 511:01,357[A ]| Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks, 511:01,358[A ]| He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes: 511:01,359[A ]| "Live like yourself," was soon my Lady's word; 511:01,360[A ]| And lo! two puddings smoak'd upon the board. <360> 511:01,361[A ]| Asleep and naked as an Indian lay, 511:01,362[A ]| An honest factor stole a Gem away: 511:01,363[A ]| He pledg'd it to the knight; the knight had wit, 511:01,364[A ]| So kept the Diamond, and the rogue was bit. 511:01,365[A ]| Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his thought, 511:01,366@w | "I'll now give six-pence where I gave a groat, 511:01,367@w | Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice ~~ 511:01,368@w | And am so clear too of all other vice." 511:01,369[A ]| The Tempter saw his time; the work he ply'd; 511:01,370[A ]| Stocks and Subscriptions pour on ev'ry side, <370> 511:01,371[A ]| 'Till all the Daemon makes his full descent, 511:01,372[A ]| In one abundant show'r of Cent. per Cent., 511:01,373[A ]| Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole, 511:01,374[A ]| Then dubs Director, and secures his soul. 511:01,375[A ]| Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, 511:01,376[A ]| Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit, 511:01,377[A ]| What late he call'd a Blessing, now was Wit, 511:01,378[A ]| And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit. 511:01,379[A ]| Things change their titles, as our manners turn: 511:01,380[A ]| His Compting-house employ'd the Sunday morn; <380> 511:01,381[A ]| Seldom at Church ('twas such a busy life) 511:01,382[A ]| But duly sent his family and wife. 511:01,383[A ]| There (so the Dev'l ordain'd) one Christmas-tide 511:01,384[A ]| My good old Lady catch'd a cold, and dy'd. 511:01,385[A ]| A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight; 511:01,386[A ]| He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite: 511:01,387[A ]| Leaves the dull Cits, and joins (to please the fair) 511:01,388[A ]| The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air: 511:01,389[A ]| First, for his son, a gay Commission buys, 511:01,390[A ]| Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: <390> 511:01,391[A ]| His daughter flaunts a Viscount's tawdry wife; 511:01,392[A ]| She bears a Coronet and P*x for life. 511:01,393[A ]| In Britain's Senate he a seat obtains, 511:01,394[A ]| And one more Pensioner St. Stephen gains. 511:01,395[A ]| My Lady falls to play; so bad her chance, 511:01,396[A ]| He must repair it; takes a bribe from France; 511:01,397[A ]| The House impeach him; Coningsby harangues; 511:01,398[A ]| The Court forsake him, and Sir Balaam hangs: 511:01,399[A ]| Wife, son,, and daughter, Satan, are thy own, 511:01,400[A ]| His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the Crown: <400> 511:01,401[A ]| The Devil and the King divide the prize, 511:01,402[A ]| And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dies.