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Or just as gay at council, in a ring
Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king;

No wit to flatter, left of all his store;
No fool to laugh at, which he valu'd more;
There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends!

His Grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
And well (he thought) advis'd him, “Live like me.'
As well his Grace replied, 'Like you, sir John ?
That I can do, when all I have is gone.'
Resolve me, reason, which of these is worse,
Want with a full or with an empty purse?

Thy life more wretched, Cutler! was confess'd :
Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd ?
Cutler saw tenants break and houses fall;
For very want he could not build a wall.
His only daughter in a stranger's power,
For very want, he could not pay a dower ;
A few gray hairs his reverend temples crown'd;
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
What! e'en denied a cordial at his end,
Banish'd the doctor, and expell’d the friend? 330
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad,
Yet numbers feel the want of what he had !
Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,
• Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!'

Say, for such worth are other worlds prepared ? Or are they both, in this, their own reward ? A knotty point to which we now proceed, But you are tired—I'll tell a tale-B. Agreed.

P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Like a tall bully, Kits the head and lies,

340 There dwelt a citizen of sober fame, A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth : His word would pass for more than he was worth. One solid dish his week-day meal affords, An added pr dding solemnized the Lord's:

The surge,

Constant at church and change; his gains were sure: His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.

The Devil was piqued such saintship to behold, And long'd to tempt him, like good Job of old; 350 But Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. Roused by the prince of air, the whirlwinds sweep

and plunge his father in the deep; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, And two rich shipwrecks bless the lucky shore.

Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks, He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes : Live like yourself,' was soon my lady's word; And, lo! two puddings smoked upon the board. 360

Asleep and naked as an Indian lay, An honest factor stole a gem away: He pledged it to the knight; the knight had wit, So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit. Some scruple rose, but thus he eased his thought, I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat; Where once I went to church, I'll now go twiceAnd am so clear too of all other vice.'

The tempter saw his time : the work he plied ; Stocks and subscriptions pour on every side, 370 Till all the demon makes his full descent In one abundant shower of cent per cent, Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole, Then dubs director, and secures his soul.

Behold sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit; What late he call'd a blessing, now was wit, And God's good providence, a lucky hit. Things change their titles, as our manners turn: His compting-house employed the Sunday morn: 380 Seldom at church ('twas such a busy life, But duly sent his family and wife. There (so the devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide My good old lady catch'd a cold, and died.

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A nymph of quality admires our knight; He marries, bows at court, and grows polite ; Leaves the dull cits, and joins (to please the fair) The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air: First, for his son, a gay coinmission buys, Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies : 390 His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife; She bears a coronet and p-x for life. In Britain's senate he a seat obtains, And one more pensioner St. Stephen gains.' My lady falls to play: so bad her chance, He must repair it; takes a bribe from France; The house impeach him, Coningsby harangues; The court forsake him, and sir Balaam hangs : Wife, son, and daughter, Satan! are thy own; His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown: 400 The devil and the king divide the prize, And sad sir Balaam curses God, and dies.





Of the Use of Riches. The vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality.

The abuse of the word Taste, ver. 13. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing else, is good sense, ver. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow nature, even in works of mere luxury and elegance. Instanced in architecture and gardening, where all must be adapted to the genius and use of the place, and the beauties not forced into it, but re. sulting from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed in their most expensive undertakings, for want of this true foundation, without which nothing can please

Jong, if at all; and the best examples and rules will be but perverted into something burthensoine and ridiculous, ver. 65 to 90. A description of the false taste of magnificence; the first grand error of which is, to imagine that greatness consists in the size and dimen. sion, instead of the proportion and harmony of the whole, ver. 97, and the second either in joining to. gether parts incoherent, or too minutely resembling, or in the repetition of the same too frequently, ver. 105, &c. A word or two of false taste in books, music, in painting, even in preaching and prayer, and lastly in entertainments, ver 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, since it is dispersed to the poor and laborions part of mankind, ver. 169 (recurring to what is laid down in the first book, Ep. ii and in the Epistle pre. ceding this, ver. 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper fi·ld for the expense of great men, ver. 177, &c. And finally the great and public works which become a prince, ver. 191, to the end.

The extremes of avarice and profusion being treated of in the foregoing Epistle, this takes up one particular branch of the latter, the vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality; and is, therefore, a corollary to the preceding, just as the Epistle on the Characters of Women is to that of the Knowledge and Characters of Men. It is equally remarkable for exactness of method with the rest. But the nature of the subject, which is less philosophical, makes it capable of being analysed in a much narrower compass.

"T18 strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy :
Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste
His wealth, to purchase what he ne'er can taste ?
Not for himself he sees, or hears, or eats ;
Artigts must choose his pictures, music, meats :


He buýs for Topham drawings and designs;
For Pembroke statues, dirty gods, and coius ;
Rare monkish manuscripts for Hearne alone ;
And books for Mend, and butterflies for Sloane : 10
Think we all these are for himself? no more
Than his fine wife, alas ! or finer whore.

For what has Virro painted, built, and planted ?
Only to show how many tastes he wanted.
What brought sir Visto's ill-got wealth to waste ?
Some demon whisper'd Visto! have a taste.'
Heaven visits with a taste the wealthy fool,
And needs no rod but Ripley with a rule.
See! sportive fate, to punish awkward pride,
Bids Bubo build, and sends him such a guide : 20
A standing sermon at each year's expense,
That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence.

You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse,
And pompous buildings once were things of use;
Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules
Fill half the land with imitating fools ;
Whose random drawings from your sheets shall take,
And of one beauty, many blunders make;
Load some vain church with old theatric state,
Turn arcs of Triumph to a garden gate;

Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all
On some patch'd dog-hole eked with ends of wall;
Then clap four slices of pilaster on 't,
That laced with bits of rustic makes a front;
Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar,
Proud to catch coid at a Venetian door:
Conscious they act a true Palladian part,
And if they starve, they starve by rules of art.

Oft have you hinted to your brother peer,
A certain truth which many buy too dear; 40
Something there is more needful than expense,
And something previous e'en to taste-'tis sense;
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And, though no science, fairly worth the seven :

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