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Weak though I am of limb, and short of sight,
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move With wretched avarice, or as wretched love? Know, there are words and spells, which can
control, Between the fits, this fever of the soul : Know, there are rhymes, which fresh and fresh
'Tis the first virtue, vices to abhor;
51 I'll do what Mead. The celebrated physician.
51 Cheselden. The most adventurous, but the most successful surgical operator of his day: a friend of Pope.
Here, Wisdom calls : Seek virtue first, be bold !
80 This, this the saving doctrine, preach'd to all, From low St. James's up to high St. Paul; From him whose quills stand quiver'd at his ear, To him who notches sticks at Westminster.
Barnard in spirit, sense, and truth abounds; 85 • Pray, then, what wants he?’ Fourscore thousand
pounds; A pension, or such harness for a slave, As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have. Barnard, thou art a cit, with all thy worth; But Bug and D**1, their honors,' and so forth.
Yet every child another song will sing : 91 • Virtue, brave boys ! 'tis virtue makes a king.' True, conscious honor is to feel no sin ; He's arm'd without that's innocent within :
84 Who notches sticks at Westminster. Exchequer tallies. However obscure the existence of this ancient reckoning, its close was sufficiently conspicuous : in 1834, the tallies burned down the two houses of parliament. Some high-toned narrator of the times will yet tell us, that, like Sardanapalus, they set fire to their palace, and expired in the blaze.
65 Barnard. Sir John Barnard, knight, was born at Reading, and brought up at a school at Wandsworth in Surrey : his parents were quakers. In 1703, be quitted the society of quakers, was received into the church by Compton, bishop of London, and continued a member of it. He became a celebrated member of parliament, and an eminent merchant and magistrate of London.
88 As Bug now has, and Dorimant. The industry of the commentators has been unable to apply those names.
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass : 95 Compared to this, a minister's an ass.
And say, to which shall our applause belong? This new court jargon, or the good old song ? The modern language of corrupted peers, Or what was spoke at Cressy and Poitiers ? Who counsels best? who whispers ; — • Be but
great; With praise or infamy, leave that to fate; Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.' For what? to have a box where eunuchs sing, 105 And foremost in the circle eye a king : Or he, who bids thee face with steady view Proud fortune, and look shallow greatness through; And, while he bids thee, sets the example too? If such a doctrine, in St. James's air, Should chance to make the well-dress'd rabble
stare ; If honest S**z take scandal at a spark, That less admires the palace than the park : Faith I shall give the answer Reynard gave :"I cannot like, dread sir, your royal cave; Because I see, by all the tracks about, Full many a beast goes in, but none come out.' Adieu to virtue, if you 're once a slave : Send her to court, you send her to her grave.
Well, if a king's a lion, at the least, The people are a many-headed beast. Can they direct what measures to pursue, Who know themselves so little what to do? Alike in nothing but one lust of gold, Just half the land would buy, and half be sold :
Their country's wealth our mightier misers drain;
own, Satire, be kind, and let the wretch alone :
135 But show me one who has it in his power To act consistent with himself an hour. Sir Job sail'd forth, the evening bright and still ; “No place on earth,' he cried, like Greenwich
hill!' Up starts a palace: lo, the obedient base
140 Slopes at its foot; the woods its sides embrace; The silver Thames reflects its marble face. Now let some whimsey, or that devil within, Which guides all those who know not what they
mean, But give the knight, or give his lady, spleen; 145
Away, away ! take all your scaffolds down; For snug 's the word : my dear! we'll live in
town.' At amorous Flavio is the stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. The fool, whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter, For matrimonial solace dies a martyr.
128 Some farm the poor-bor. Perhaps referring to the Charitable Corporation;' a swindling scheme, by which multitudes were duped, and many beggared.
Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch,
You laugh, half beau, half sloven if I stand,
your You think this madness but a common case ; Nor once to chancery, nor to Hale apply; Yet hang your lip, to see a seam awry ! Careless how ill I with myself agree, Kind to my dress, my figure, not to me. Is this my guide, philosopher, and friend? This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend?
164 Linen worthy lady Mary. Pope could never forgive lady Mary's at once laughing at his passion, and libelling his poetry. This celebrated woman, though a beauty, and vain of her charms, was supposed to be singularly negligent of her person. Walpole says, ' that when she left Florence, after a three weeks' stay in one of the archduke's palaces, they were obliged to fumigate the rooms.' And this in Italy !