58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,001[A ]| Deluded mortals, whom the great 58:03,002[A ]| Choose for companions 9te^te 9a` 9te^te, 58:03,003[A ]| Who at their dinners, 9en 9famille, 58:03,004[A ]| Get leave to sit whene'er you will; 58:03,005[A ]| Then, boasting tell us where you dined, 58:03,006[A ]| And how his Lordship was so kind; 58:03,007[A ]| How many pleasant things he spoke, 58:03,008[A ]| And, how you laughed at every joke: 58:03,009[A ]| Swear, he's a most facetious man, 58:03,010[A ]| That you and he are cup and can. <10> 58:03,011[A ]| You travel with a heavy load, 58:03,012[A ]| And quite mistake preferment's road. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,013[A ]| Suppose my Lord and you alone; 58:03,014[A ]| Hint the least interest of your own; 58:03,015[A ]| His visage drops, he knits his brow, 58:03,016[A ]| He cannot talk of business now: 58:03,017[A ]| Or, mention but a vacant post, 58:03,018[A ]| He'll turn it off with, "Name your toast." 58:03,019[A ]| Nor could the nicest artist paint, 58:03,020[A ]| A countenance with more restraint. <20> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,021[A ]| For, as their appetites to quench, 58:03,022[A ]| Lords keep a pimp to bring a wench; 58:03,023[A ]| So, men of wit are but a kind 58:03,024[A ]| Of pandars to a vicious mind; 58:03,025[A ]| Who proper objects must provide 58:03,026[A ]| To gratify their lust of pride, 58:03,027[A ]| When wearied with intrigues of state, 58:03,028[A ]| They find an idle hour to prate. 58:03,029[A ]| Then, should you dare to ask a place, 58:03,030[A ]| You forfeit all your patron's grace, <30> 58:03,031[A ]| And disappoint the sole design, 58:03,032[A ]| For which he summoned you to dine. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,033[A ]| Thus, Congreve spent, in writing plays, 58:03,034[A ]| And one poor office, half his days; 58:03,035[A ]| While Montagu, who claimed the station 58:03,036[A ]| To be Maecenas of the nation, 58:03,037[A ]| For poets open table kept, 58:03,038[A ]| But ne'er considered where they slept; 58:03,039[A ]| Himself as rich as fifty Jews, 58:03,040[A ]| Was easy, though they wanted shoes; <40> 58:03,041[A ]| And, crazy Congreve scarce could spare 58:03,042[A ]| A shilling to discharge his chair, 58:03,043[A ]| Till prudence taught him to appeal 58:03,044[A ]| From Paean's fire to party zeal; 58:03,045[A ]| Not owing to his happy vein 58:03,046[A ]| The fortunes of his latter scene, 58:03,047[A ]| Took proper principles to thrive; 58:03,048[A ]| And so might any dunce alive. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,049[A ]| Thus, Steele who owned what others writ, 58:03,050[A ]| And flourished by imputed wit, <50> 58:03,051[A ]| From perils of a hundred gaols, 58:03,052[A ]| Withdrew to starve, and die in Wales. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,053[A ]| Thus Gay, the hare with many friends, 58:03,054[A ]| Twice seven long years the court attends, 58:03,055[A ]| Who, under tales conveying truth, 58:03,056[A ]| To virtue formed a princely youth, 58:03,057[A ]| Who paid his courtship with the crowd, 58:03,058[A ]| As far as modest pride allowed, 58:03,059[A ]| Rejects a servile usher's place, 58:03,060[A ]| And leaves St James's in disgrace. <60> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,061[A ]| Thus Addison by lords caressed, 58:03,062[A ]| Was left in foreign lands distressed, 58:03,063[A ]| Forgot at home, became for hire, 58:03,064[A ]| A travelling tutor to a squire. 58:03,065[A ]| But, wisely left the muses' hill; 58:03,066[A ]| To business shaped the poet's quill, 58:03,067[A ]| Let all his barren laurels fade; 58:03,068[A ]| Took up himself the courtier's trade: 58:03,069[A ]| And grown a minister of state, 58:03,070[A ]| Saw poets at his levee wait. <70> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,071[A ]| Hail! happy Pope, whose generous mind, 58:03,072[A ]| Detesting all the statesman kind! 58:03,073[A ]| Contemning courts, at courts unseen, 58:03,074[A ]| Refused the visits of a queen; 58:03,075[A ]| A soul with every virtue fraught 58:03,076[A ]| By sages, priests, or poets taught: 58:03,077[A ]| Whose filial piety excels 58:03,078[A ]| Whatever Grecian story tells: 58:03,079[A ]| A genius for all stations fit, 58:03,080[A ]| Whose meanest talent is his wit: <80> 58:03,081[A ]| His heart too great, though fortune little, 58:03,082[A ]| To lick a rascal statesman's spittle; 58:03,083[A ]| Appealing to the nation's taste, 58:03,084[A ]| Above the reach of want is placed: 58:03,085[A ]| By Homer dead was taught to thrive, 58:03,086[A ]| Which Homer never could alive: 58:03,087[A ]| And, sits aloft on Pindus' head, 58:03,088[A ]| Despising slaves that cringe for bread. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,089[A ]| True politicians only pay 58:03,090[A ]| For solid work, but not for play; <90> 58:03,091[A ]| Nor ever choose to work with tools 58:03,092[A ]| Forged up in colleges and schools. 58:03,093[A ]| Consider how much more is due 58:03,094[A ]| To all their journeymen, than you. 58:03,095[A ]| At table you can Horace quote; 58:03,096[A ]| They at a pinch can bribe a vote: 58:03,097[A ]| You show your skill in Grecian story, 58:03,098[A ]| But, they can manage Whig and Tory: 58:03,099[A ]| You, as a critic, are so curious 58:03,100[A ]| To find a verse in Virgil spurious; <100> 58:03,101[A ]| But, they can smoke the deep designs, 58:03,102[A ]| When Bolingbroke with Pulteney dines. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,103[A ]| Besides; your patron may upbraid ye, 58:03,104[A ]| That you have got a place already. 58:03,105[A ]| An office for your talents fit, 58:03,106[A ]| To flatter, carve, and show your wit; 58:03,107[A ]| To snuff the lights, and stir the fire, 58:03,108[A ]| And get a dinner for your hire. 58:03,109[A ]| What claim have you to place, or pension? 58:03,110[A ]| He overpays in condescension. <110> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,111[A ]| But, reverend Doctor, you, we know, 58:03,112[A ]| Could never condescend so low; 58:03,113[A ]| The Viceroy, whom you now attend, 58:03,114[A ]| Would, if he durst, be more your friend; 58:03,115[A ]| Nor will in you those gifts despise, 58:03,116[A ]| By which himself was taught to rise: 58:03,117[A ]| When he has virtue to retire, 58:03,118[A ]| He'll grieve he did not raise you higher, 58:03,119[A ]| And place you in a better station, 58:03,120[A ]| Although it might have pleased that nation. <120> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,121[A ]| This may be true ~~ submitting still 58:03,122[A ]| To Walpole's more than royal will. 58:03,123[A ]| And what condition can be worse? 58:03,124[A ]| He comes to drain a beggar's purse: 58:03,125[A ]| He comes to tie our chains on faster, 58:03,126[A ]| And show us, England is our master: 58:03,127[A ]| Caressing knaves and dunces wooing, 58:03,128[A ]| To make them work for their undoing. 58:03,129[A ]| What has he else to bait his traps, 58:03,130[A ]| Or bring his vermin in, but scraps? <130> 58:03,131[A ]| The offals of a church distressed, 58:03,132[A ]| A hungry vicarage at best; 58:03,133[A ]| Or, some remote inferior post, 58:03,134[A ]| With forty pounds a year at most. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,135[A ]| But, here again you interpose; 58:03,136[A ]| Your favourite Lord is none of those, 58:03,137[A ]| Who owe their virtue to their stations, 58:03,138[A ]| And characters to dedications: 58:03,139[A ]| For, keep him in, or turn him out, 58:03,140[A ]| His learning none will call in doubt: <140> 58:03,141[A ]| His learning, though a poet said it, 58:03,142[A ]| Before a play, would lose no credit: 58:03,143[A ]| Nor Pope would dare deny him wit, 58:03,144[A ]| Although to praise it Philips writ. 58:03,145[A ]| I own, he hates an action base, 58:03,146[A ]| His virtues battling with his place; 58:03,147[A ]| Nor wants a nice discerning spirit, 58:03,148[A ]| Betwixt a true and spurious merit: 58:03,149[A ]| Can sometimes drop a voter's claim, 58:03,150[A ]| And give up party to his fame. <150> 58:03,151[A ]| I do the most that friendship can; 58:03,152[A ]| I hate the Viceroy, love the man. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,153[A ]| But, you, who till your fortune's made 58:03,154[A ]| Must be a sweetener by your trade, 58:03,155[A ]| Should swear he never meant us ill; 58:03,156[A ]| We suffer sore against his will; 58:03,157[A ]| That, if we could but see his heart, 58:03,158[A ]| He would have chose a milder part; 58:03,159[A ]| We rather should lament his case 58:03,160[A ]| Who must obey, or lose his place. <160> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,161[A ]| Since this reflection slipped your pen, 58:03,162[A ]| Insert it when you write again: 58:03,163[A ]| And, to illustrate it, produce 58:03,164[A ]| This simile for his excuse. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,165[A ]| "So, to destroy a guilty land, 58:03,166[A ]| An angel sent by heaven's command, 58:03,167[A ]| While he obeys almighty will, 58:03,168[A ]| Perhaps, may feel compassion still; 58:03,169[A ]| And wish the task had been assigned 58:03,170[A ]| To spirits of less gentle kind." <170> 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,171[A ]| But I, in politics grown old, 58:03,172[A ]| Whose thoughts are of a different mould, 58:03,173[A ]| Who, from my soul, sincerely hate 58:03,174[A ]| Both kings and ministers of state: 58:03,175[A ]| Who look on courts with stricter eyes, 58:03,176[A ]| To see the seeds of vice arise, 58:03,177[A ]| Can lend you an allusion fitter, 58:03,178[A ]| Though flattering knaves may call it bitter: 58:03,179[A ]| Which, if you durst but give it place, 58:03,180[A ]| Would show you many a statesman's face. <180> 58:03,181[A ]| Fresh from the tripod of Apollo, 58:03,182[A ]| I had it in the words that follow. 58:03,183[A ]| (Take notice, to avoid offence 58:03,184[A ]| I here except his Excellence.) 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,185[A ]| So, to effect his monarch's ends, 58:03,186[A ]| From hell a Viceroy devil ascends, 58:03,187[A ]| His budget with corruptions crammed, 58:03,188[A ]| The contributions of the damned; 58:03,189[A ]| Which with unsparing hand, he strews 58:03,190[A ]| Through courts and senates as he goes; <190> 58:03,191[A ]| And then at Belzebub's Black Hall, 58:03,192[A ]| Complains his budget was too small. 58:03,000[' ]| 58:03,193[A ]| Your simile may better shine 58:03,194[A ]| In verse; but there is truth in mine. 58:03,195[A ]| For, no imaginable things 58:03,196[A ]| Can differ more than God and kings. 58:03,197[A ]| And statesmen, by ten thousand odds 58:03,198[A ]| Are angels, just as kings are gods.