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Much less half wits : that's more against our rules ;
For they are fops, the other are but fools.
Who would not be as silly as Dunbar,

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As dull as Monmouth, rather than Sir Car ?
The cunning courtier should be slighted too,
Who with dull knav'ry makes so much ado;
Till the shrewd fool, by thriving too, too fast,
Like Æsop's fox, becomes a prey at last. 60
Nor shall the royal mistresses be nam’d,
Too ugly, or too easy, to be blam'd ;
With whom each rhyming fool keep such a pother,
They are as common that way as the other :

64 Yet saunt'ring Charles, between his beastly brace, Meets with dissembling still in either place, Affected humour, or a painted face. In loyal libels we have often told him How one has jilted him, the other sold him; How that affects to laugh, how this to weep ; But who can rail so long as he can sleep? Was ever prince by two at once misled, False, foolish, old, ill-natur'd, and ill-bred ? Earnely and Aylsbury, with all that race Of busy blockheads, shall have here no place : 75 At council set, as foils on Dorset's score, To make that great false jewel shine the more; Who all that while was thought exceeding wise, Only for taking pains and telling lies.

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But there's no meddling with such nauseous men ; 80
Their very names have tir'd my lazy pen:
'Tis time to quit their company, and chuse
Some fitter subject for a sharper Muse.

First, let's behold the merriest man alive,
Against his careless genius vairly strive,
Quit his dear ease, some deep design to lay
'Gainst a set time, and then forget the day;
Yet he will laugh at his best friends, and be
Just as good company as Nokes and Lee;
But when he aims at reason or at rule,
He turns himself the best to ridicule.
Let him at bus'ness ne'er so earnest sit,
Shew him but mirth, and bait that mirth with wit,
That shadow of a jest shall be enjoy'd,
Tho' he left all mankind to be destroy'd. 95
So cat, transform’d, sat gravely and demure,
Till mouse appear'd, and thought himself secure,
But soon the lady had him in her eye,
And from her friend did just as oddly fly.
Reaching above our nature does no good;
We must fall back to our old flesh and blood;
As hy our little Machiavel we find,
That nimblest creature of the busy kind,
His limbs are crippled, and his body shakes,
Yet his hard mind, which all this bustle makes,
No pity of its pour companion takes. 106

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What gravity can hold from laughing out,
To see him drag his feeble legs about,
Like hounds ill-coupled ? Jowler lugs him stiil
Thro' hedges, ditches, and thro' all that's ill.
'Twere crime in any man, but him alone,
To use a body so, tho' 'tis one's own :
Yet this false comfort never gives him o'er,
That, whilst he creeps, his vig'rous thoughts can soar.
Alas ! that soaring, to those few that know, I15
Is but a busy grov'ling here below.
So men in rapture think they mount the sky,
Whilst on the ground th' entranced wretches lie;
So modern fops have fancy'd they could fly.
As the new earl, with parts deserving praise,
And wit enough to laugh at his own ways,
Yet loses all soft days and sensual nights,
Kind Nature checks, and kinder Fortune slights,
Striving against his quiet all he can,
For the fine notion of a busy man.

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And what is that at best, but one whose mind
Is made to tire himself, and all mankind ?
For Ireland he would go; faith let him reign ;
For if some odd fantastic lord would fain
Carry in trunks, and all my drudgery do, 130
I'll not ouly pay him, but admire him too.
But is there any other beast that lives
Who his own harm so wittingly contrives?
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Will any dog that has his teeth and stones,
Refin'dly leave his bitches and his bones
To turn a wheel, ani bark to be employ'd,
While Venus is by rival dogs enjoy'd ?
Yet this fond man, to get a statesman's name,
Forfeits his friends, his freedom, and his fame.

Tho'satire, nicely writ with humour, stings 140
But those who merit praise in other things,
Yet we must needs this one exception make,
And break our rules for Folly Tropos’ sake,
Who was too much despis?d to be accus'd,
And therefore scarce deserves to be abus'd; 145
Rais d only by his mercenary tongue,
For railing smoothly and for reas'ning wrong.
As boys, on holy-days let loose to play,
Lay waggish traps for girls that pass

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way, Then shout to see in dirt and deep distress 130 Some silly Cit in her flower'd foolish dress; So have I mighty satisfaction found To see his tinsel reason on the ground; To see the florid fool despis’d, and know it, By some who scarce have words enough to show it; For Sense sits silent, andcondemns for weaker 156 The finer, nay sometimes the wittiest speaker. But 'tis prodigious so mnch eloquence Should be acquired by such little sense, For words and wit did anciently agrec,

160 And Tully was no fool, tho' this man be:

At bar abusive, on the bench unable,
Knave on the woolsack, fop at council-table.
These are the grievances of such fools as would
Be rather wise than honest, great than good.

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Some other kind of wits must be made known,
Whose harmless errors hurt themselves alone ;
Excess of luxury they think can pleasc,
And laziness call loving of their ease ;
To live dissolv'd in pleasures still they feign, 170
Tho' their whole life's bút intermitting pain :
So much of surfeits, headachs, claps, are seen,
We scarce perceive the little time between :
Well-meaning men who make this gross mistake,
And pleasure lose only for pleasure's sake.

175 Each pleasure has its price, and when we pay Too much of pain, we squander life away.

Thus Dorset, purring like a thoughtful cat,
Married, but wiser puss ne'er thought of that;
And first he worried her with railing rhyme
Like Pembroke's mastives at his kindest time;
Then for one night sold all his slavish life,
A teeming widow, but a barren wife.
Swell’d by contact of such a fulsome toad,
He lugg'd about the matrimonial load,

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Till Fortune, blindly kind, as well as he,
Has ill-restor'd him to his liberty,
Which he would use in his old sneaking way
Drinking all night, and dozing all the day :

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