511:01,000@@@@@| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,001[A ]| Who$6#2$ shall decide, when Doctors disagree, 511:01,002[A ]| And soundest Casuists doubt, like$4$ you and me? 511:01,003[A ]| You hold the word, from Jove to$4$ Momus given, 511:01,004[A ]| That$3$ Man was made the standing jest of Heaven; 511:01,005[A ]| And Gold but sent to$9$ keep the fools in$4$ play, 511:01,006[A ]| For$4$ some to$9$ heap, and some to$9$ throw away. 511:01,007[A ]| But I, who$6#1$ think more highly of our kind, 511:01,008[A ]| (And surely, Heaven and I are of a mind) 511:01,009[A ]| Opine, that$3$ Nature, as in$4$ duty bound, 511:01,010[A ]| Deep hid the shining mischief under ground: <10> 511:01,011[A ]| But when by$4$ Man's audacious labour won, 511:01,012[A ]| Flamed forth this rival to$4$, its sire, the Sun, 511:01,013[A ]| Then careful Heaven supplied two sorts of Men, 511:01,014[A ]| To$9$ squander these, and those to$9$ hide again. 511:01,015[A ]| Like$4$ 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$4$ effect 511:01,018[A ]| No$2$ grace of Heaven or token of the Elect; 511:01,019[A ]| Given to$4$ the Fool, the Mad, the Vain, the Evil, 511:01,020[A ]| To$4$ Ward, to$4$ Waters, Chartres, and the Devil. <20> 511:01,021[A ]| What Nature wants, commodious Gold bestows, 511:01,022[A ]| It is thus we eat the bread another sows: 511:01,023[A ]| But how unequal it bestows, observe, 511:01,024[A ]| It is thus we riot, while who$6#1$ sow it, starve. 511:01,025[A ]| What Nature wants (a phrase I much distrust) 511:01,026[A ]| Extends to$4$ Luxury, extends to$4$ 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 Pirate, and corrupts the Friend: 511:01,033[A ]| It raises Armies in$4$ a Nation's aid, 511:01,034[A ]| But bribes a Senate, and the Land is betrayed. 511:01,035[A ]| Oh! that$3$ such bulky Bribes as all might see, 511:01,036[A ]| Still, as of old, incumbered Villainy! 511:01,037[A ]| In$4$ vain may Heroes fight, and Patriots rave; 511:01,038[A ]| If secret Gold saps on$5$ from knave to$4$ 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 blockade 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$4$ kind. 511:01,049[A ]| Astride his cheese Sir*Morgan might we meet, 511:01,050[A ]| And Worldly crying coals from street to$4$ street, <50> 511:01,051[A ]| (Whom with a wig so$5#1$ wild, and mien so$5#1$ mazed, 511:01,052[A ]| Pity mistakes for$4$ some poor tradesman crazed). 511:01,053[A ]| Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hogs, 511:01,054[A ]| Could he himself have sent it to$4$ the dogs? 511:01,055[A ]| His Grace will$1$ game: to$4$ White's a Bull be led, 511:01,056[A ]| With spurning heels and with a butting head. 511:01,057[A ]| To$4$ White's be carried, as to$4$ 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$5#1$ perfumed and fine, 511:01,062[A ]| Drive to$4$ St%*James's a whole herd of swine? 511:01,063[A ]| Oh filthy check on$4$ all industrious skill, 511:01,064[A ]| To$9$ 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 cracked bag the dropping Guinea spoke, 511:01,067[A ]| And jingling 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$6#1$ lends Corruption lighter wings to$9$ fly! <70> 511:01,071@x | Gold imped by$4$ 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 over, 511:01,074@x | Or ship off Senates to$4$ a distant Shore; 511:01,075@x | A leaf, like$4$ Sibyl's, scatter to$8$ 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$4$ 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 Clothes. What more? Meat, Clothes, and Fire. 511:01,083[A ]| Is this too little? would you more than live? 511:01,084[A ]| Alas! it is more than Turner finds they give. 511:01,085[A ]| Alas! it is 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$4$ dying Hopkins Heirs; 511:01,088[A ]| To$4$ Chartres , Vigour; Japhet, Nose and Ears? 511:01,089[A ]| Can they, in$4$ gems bid pallid Hippia glow, 511:01,090[A ]| In$4$ 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 the embroidery plastered at thy tail? 511:01,093[A ]| They might (were Harpax not too wise to$9$ spend) 511:01,094[A ]| Give Harpax self the blessing of a Friend; 511:01,095[A ]| Or find some Doctor that$6#1$ 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$6#2$, 511:01,098[A ]| Die, and endow a College, or a Cat: 511:01,099[A ]| To$4$ some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, 511:01,100[A ]| To$9$ 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$4$ a rule, 511:01,104[A ]| That$3$ 511:01,104@x | "every man in$4$ 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$9$ be just to$4$ these poor men of pelf, 511:01,110[A ]| Each does but hate his Neighbour as himself: <110> 511:01,111[A ]| Damned to$4$ the Mines, an equal fate betides 511:01,112[A ]| The Slave that$6#1$ digs it, and the Slave that$6#1$ hides. 511:01,113[A ]| Who$6#1$ suffer thus, mere Charity should own, 511:01,114[A ]| Must act on$4$ motives powerful, though 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$1$ rise to$4$ fifty pound. 511:01,119[A ]| What made Directors cheat in$4$ South-Sea year? 511:01,120[A ]| To$9$ live on$4$ Venison when it sold so$5#1$ 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$6#2$ monstrous sum? 511:01,124[A ]| Alas! they fear a man will$1$ cost a plum. 511:01,125[A ]| Wise Peter sees the World's respect for$4$ 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$4$ 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 Avarice joins, 511:01,134[A ]| And one fate buries in$4$ the Asturian Mines. 511:01,135[A ]| Much injured Blunt! why bears he Britain's hate? 511:01,136[A ]| A wizard told him in$4$ these words our fate: 511:01,137@x | "At length Corruption, like$4$ a general flood, 511:01,138@x | (So$5#1$ long by$4$ watchful Ministers withstood) 511:01,139@x | Shall deluge all; and Avarice creeping on$5$, 511:01,140@x | Spread like$4$ 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$4$ half a crown. 511:01,145@x | See Britain sunk in$4$ lucre's sordid charms, 511:01,146@x | And France revenged of ANNE'S and EDWARD's arms!" 511:01,147[A ]| No$2$ mean Court-badge, great Scrivener! fired thy brain, 511:01,148[A ]| Nor lordly Luxury, nor City Gain: 511:01,149[A ]| No$7$, it was thy righteous end, ashamed to$9$ see 511:01,150[A ]| Senates degenerate, Patriots disagree, <150> 511:01,151[A ]| And nobly wishing Party-rage to$9$ cease, 511:01,152[A ]| To$9$ 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$6#2$, my friend, has reason in$4$ his rage? 511:01,155@x | "The ruling Passion, be it what it will$1$, 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 even that$6#2$ Passion, if it has no$2$ Aim; 511:01,159[A ]| For$3$ though such motives Folly you may call, 511:01,160[A ]| The Folly is greater to$9$ have none at all. <160> 511:01,161[A ]| Hear then the truth: 511:01,161@x | "It is Heaven each Passion sends, 511:01,162@x | And different men directs to$4$ different ends. 511:01,163@x | Extremes in$4$ Nature equal good produce, 511:01,164@x | Extremes in$4$ Man concur to$4$ general use." 511:01,165[A ]| Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow? 511:01,166[A ]| That$6#2$ POWER who$6#1$ bids the Ocean ebb and flow, 511:01,167[A ]| Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain, 511:01,168[A ]| Through reconciled extremes of drought and rain, 511:01,169[A ]| Builds Life on$4$ Death, on$4$ Change Duration founds, 511:01,170[A ]| And gives the eternal wheels to$9$ know their rounds. <170> 511:01,171[A ]| Riches, like$4$ insects, when concealed they lie, 511:01,172[A ]| Wait but for$4$ wings, and in$4$ their season, fly. 511:01,173[A ]| Who$6#1$ sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, 511:01,174[A ]| Sees but a backward steward for$4$ the Poor; 511:01,175[A ]| This year a Reservoir, to$9$ keep and spare, 511:01,176[A ]| The next a Founain, spouting through his Heir, 511:01,177[A ]| In$4$ lavish streams to$9$ 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 shamed his fortune and his birth, 511:01,180[A ]| Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth: <180> 511:01,181[A ]| What though (the use of barbarous spits forgot) 511:01,182[A ]| His kitchen vied in$4$ coolness with his grot? 511:01,183[A ]| His court with nettles, moats with cresses stored, 511:01,184[A ]| With soups unbought and salads blest his board. 511:01,185[A ]| If Cotta lived on$4$ pulse, it was no$2$ more 511:01,186[A ]| Than Bramins, Saints, and Sages did before; 511:01,187[A ]| To$9$ cram the Rich was prodigal expense, 511:01,188[A ]| And who$6#2$ would take the Poor from Providence? 511:01,189[A ]| Like$4$ 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$2$ raftered roofs with dance and tabor sound, 511:01,192[A ]| No$2$ noontide-bell invites the country round; 511:01,193[A ]| Tenants with sighs the smokeless towers survey, 511:01,194[A ]| And turn the unwilling steeds another way: 511:01,195[A ]| Benighted wanderers, the forest over, 511:01,196[A ]| Curse the saved candle, and unopening door; 511:01,197[A ]| While the gaunt mastiff growling at the gate, 511:01,198[A ]| Affrights the beggar whom he longs to$9$ eat. 511:01,199[A ]| Not so$3$ his son, he marked this oversight, 511:01,200[A ]| And then mistook reverse of wrong for$4$ right. <200> 511:01,201[A ]| (For$3$ what to$9$ shun will$1$ no$2$ great knowledge need, 511:01,202[A ]| But what to$9$ follow is a task indeed.) 511:01,203[A ]| What slaughtered hecatombs, what floods of wine, 511:01,204[A ]| Fill the capacious Squire, and deep Divine! 511:01,205[A ]| Yet no$2$ mean motive this profusion draws, 511:01,206[A ]| His oxen perish in$4$ his country's cause; 511:01,207[A ]| It is GEORGE and LIBERTY that$6#1$ crowns the cup, 511:01,208[A ]| And Zeal for$4$ that$6#2$ great House which$6#1$ eats him up$5$. 511:01,209[A ]| The woods recede around the naked seat, 511:01,210[A ]| The Sylvans groan ~~ no$2$ matter ~~ for$4$ the Fleet: <210> 511:01,211[A ]| Next goes his Wool ~~ to$9$ clothe our valiant bands, 511:01,212[A ]| Last, for$4$ his Country's love, he sells his Lands. 511:01,213[A ]| To$4$ 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$6#1$ pays her Patriots with her Spoils? 511:01,217[A ]| In$4$ vain at Court the Bankrupt pleads his cause, 511:01,218[A ]| His thankless Country leaves him to$4$ her Laws. 511:01,219[A ]| The Sense to$9$ value Riches, with the Art 511:01,220[A ]| To$9$ enjoy them, and the Virtue to$9$ impart, <220> 511:01,221[A ]| Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursued, 511:01,222[A ]| Not sunk by$4$ sloth, nor raised by$4$ servitude; 511:01,223[A ]| To$9$ balance Fortune by$4$ a just expense, 511:01,224[A ]| Join with Economy, Magnificence; 511:01,225[A ]| With Splendour, Charity; with Plenty, Health; 511:01,226[A ]| Oh teach us, BATHURST! yet unspoiled by$4$ wealth! 511:01,227[A ]| That$6#2$ secret rare, between the extremes to$9$ move 511:01,228[A ]| Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love. 511:01,229[A ]| To$4$ Want or Worth well-weighed, be Bounty given, 511:01,230[A ]| And ease, or emulate, the care of Heaven, <230> 511:01,231[A ]| Whose measure full overflows on$4$ human race; 511:01,232[A ]| Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace. 511:01,233[A ]| Wealth in$4$ the gross is death, but life diffused, 511:01,234[A ]| As Poison heals, in$4$ just proportion used: 511:01,235[A ]| In$4$ heaps, like$4$ Ambergris, a stink it lies, 511:01,236[A ]| But well-dispersed, is Incense to$4$ the Skies. 511:01,237[A ]| Who$6#2$ starves by$4$ Nobles, or with Nobles eats? 511:01,238[A ]| The Wretch that$6#1$ trusts them, and the Rogue that$6#1$ cheats. 511:01,239[A ]| Is there a Lord, who$6#1$ knows a cheerful noon 511:01,240[A ]| Without a Fiddler, Flatterer, or Buffoon? <240> 511:01,241[A ]| Whose table, Wit, or modest Merit share 511:01,242[A ]| Un-elbowed by$4$ a Gamester, Pimp, or Player? 511:01,243[A ]| Who$6#1$ copies Yours, or OXFORD's better part, 511:01,244[A ]| To$9$ ease the oppressed, and raise the sinking heart? 511:01,245[A ]| Wherever he shines, oh Fortune, gild the scene, 511:01,246[A ]| And Angels guard him in$4$ the golden Mean! 511:01,247[A ]| There, English Bounty yet a-while may stand, 511:01,248[A ]| And Honour linger before 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 ]| Pleased Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, 511:01,252[A ]| And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. 511:01,253[A ]| Who$6#2$ hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow? 511:01,254[A ]| From the dry rock who$6#2$ bade the waters flow? 511:01,255[A ]| Not to$4$ the skies in$4$ useless columns tossed, 511:01,256[A ]| Or in$4$ proud falls magnificently lost, 511:01,257[A ]| But clear and artless, pouring through the plain 511:01,258[A ]| Health to$4$ the sick, and solace to$4$ 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$6#2$ taught that$6#2$ heaven-directed spire to$9$ rise? 511:01,262[A ]| The MAN of ROSS, each lisping babe replies. 511:01,263[A ]| Behold the market-place with poor overspread! 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 portioned Maids, apprenticed orphans blest, 511:01,268[A ]| The young who$6#1$ labour, and the old who$6#1$ rest. 511:01,269[A ]| Is any sick? the MAN of ROSS relieves, 511:01,270[A ]| Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives. <270> 511:01,271[A ]| Is there a variance? enter but his door, 511:01,272[A ]| Balked are the Courts, and contest is no$2$ 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$9$ pursue 511:01,276[A ]| What all so$5#1$ wish, but want the power to$9$ do! 511:01,277[A ]| Oh say, what sums that$6#2$ generous hand supply? 511:01,278[A ]| What mines, to$9$ swell that$6#2$ boundless charity?" 511:01,279[A ]| Of Debts, and Taxes, Wife and Children clear, 511:01,280[A ]| This man possessed ~~ 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 diminished rays. 511:01,283[A ]| "And what? no$2$ monument, inscription, stone? 511:01,284[A ]| His race, his form, his name almost unknown?" 511:01,285[A ]| Who$6#1$ builds a Church to$4$ God, and not to$4$ Fame, 511:01,286[A ]| Will$1$ never mark the marble with his Name: 511:01,287[A ]| Go, search it there, where to$9$ be born and die, 511:01,288[A ]| Of rich and poor makes all the history; 511:01,289[A ]| Enough, that$3$ Virtue filled the space between; 511:01,290[A ]| Proved, by$4$ the ends of being, to$9$ have been. <290> 511:01,291[A ]| When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend 511:01,292[A ]| The wretch, who$6#1$ living saved a candle's end: 511:01,293[A ]| Shouldering God's altar a vile image stands, 511:01,294[A ]| Belies his features, nay extends his hands; 511:01,295[A ]| That$6#2$ live-long wig which$6#1$ Gorgon's self might own, 511:01,296[A ]| Eternal buckle takes in$4$ Parian stone. 511:01,297[A ]| Behold what blessings Wealth to$4$ life can lend! 511:01,298[A ]| And see, what comfort it affords our end. 511:01,299[A ]| In$4$ the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, 511:01,300[A ]| The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, <300> 511:01,301[A ]| On$4$ once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, 511:01,302[A ]| With tape-tied curtains, never meant to$9$ draw, 511:01,303[A ]| The George and Garter dangling from that$6#2$ bed 511:01,304[A ]| Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, 511:01,305[A ]| Great Villers lies ~~ alas! how changed from him, 511:01,306[A ]| That$6#2$ life of pleasure, and that$6#2$ soul of whim! 511:01,307[A ]| Gallant and gay in$4$ Cliveden's proud alcove, 511:01,308[A ]| The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love; 511:01,309[A ]| Or just as gay, at Council, in$4$ a ring 511:01,310[A ]| Of mimicked Statesmen, and their merry King. <310> 511:01,311[A ]| No$2$ Wit to$9$ flatter, left of all his store! 511:01,312[A ]| No$2$ Fool to$9$ laugh at, which$6#1$ he valued 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) advised him, 511:01,316@w | "Live like$4$ me." 511:01,317[A ]| As well his Grace replied, 511:01,317@w | "Like$4$ you, Sir John? 511:01,318@w | That$6#2$ I can do, when all I have is gone." 511:01,319[A ]| Resolve me, Reason, which$6#2$ 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 confessed, 511:01,322[A ]| Arise, and tell me, was thy death more blessed? 511:01,323[A ]| Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall, 511:01,324[A ]| For$4$ very want; he could not build a wall. 511:01,325[A ]| His only daughter in$4$ a stranger's power, 511:01,326[A ]| For$4$ very want; he could not pay a dower. 511:01,327[A ]| A few grey hairs his reverend temples crowned, 511:01,328[A ]| It was very want that$6#1$ sold them for$4$ two pound. 511:01,329[A ]| What even denied a cordial at his end, 511:01,330[A ]| Banished the doctor, and expelled the friend? <330> 511:01,331[A ]| What but a want, which$6#1$ 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$4$ such worth are other worlds prepared? 511:01,336[A ]| Or are they both, in$4$ this their own reward? 511:01,337[A ]| A knotty point! to$4$ which$6#1$ we now proceed. 511:01,338[A ]| But you are tired ~~ I will$1$ 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$4$ a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; <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$5#2$ forth; 511:01,344[A ]| His word would pass for$4$ more than he was worth. 511:01,345[A ]| One solid dish his week-day meal affords, 511:01,346[A ]| And added pudding solemnized 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$4$ the poor. 511:01,349[A ]| The Devil was piqued such saintship to$9$ behold, 511:01,350[A ]| And longed to$9$ tempt him like$4$ good Job of old: <350> 511:01,351[A ]| But Satan now is wiser than of yore, 511:01,352[A ]| And tempts by$4$ making rich, not making poor. 511:01,353[A ]| Roused by$4$ the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds sweep 511:01,354[A ]| The surge, and plunge his Father in$4$ 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$4$ other folks, 511:01,358[A ]| He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes: 511:01,359[A ]| "Live like$4$ yourself," was soon my Lady's word; 511:01,360[A ]| And lo! two puddings smoked upon$4$ 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 pledged it to$4$ the knight; the knight had wit, 511:01,364[A ]| So$3$ kept the Diamond, and the rogue was bit. 511:01,365[A ]| Some scruple rose, but thus he eased his thought, 511:01,366@w | "I will$1$ now give six-pence where I gave a groat, 511:01,367@w | Where once I went to$4$ church, I will$1$ now go twice ~~ 511:01,368@w | And am so$5#1$ clear too of all other vice." 511:01,369[A ]| The Tempter saw his time; the work he plyed; 511:01,370[A ]| Stocks and Subscriptions pour on$4$ every side, <370> 511:01,371[A ]| Till all the Demon makes his full descent, 511:01,372[A ]| In$4$ one abundant shower 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$4$ his parts and merit, 511:01,377[A ]| What late he called 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 employed the Sunday morn; <380> 511:01,381[A ]| Seldom at Church (it was such a busy life) 511:01,382[A ]| But duly sent his family and wife. 511:01,383[A ]| There (so$5#2$ the Devil ordained) one Christmas-tide 511:01,384[A ]| My good old Lady catched a cold, and died. 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$9$ please the fair) 511:01,388[A ]| The well-bred cuckolds in$4$ St%*James's air: 511:01,389[A ]| First, for$4$ his son, a gay Commission buys, 511:01,390[A ]| Who$6#1$ drinks, whores, fights, and in$4$ 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$4$ life. 511:01,393[A ]| In$4$ 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$4$ play; so$5#1$ 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$4$ 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.