See him, with pains of body, pangs of soul, Durn through the tropic, freeze beneath the pole! 75 still! To stop thy foolish views, thy long desires, 80 85 Barnard in spirit, sense, and truth abounds; "Pray then, what wants he?" Fourscore thousand pounds; A pension, or such harness for a slave As Bug now has, and Dorimant would have. VER. 84. notches sticks] Exchequer tallies. 90 True, VER. 85. Barnard] Sir John Barnard, Knight, was born at Reading, and brought up at a school at Wandsworth in Surry; his parents were Quakers. In 1703, he 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. True, conscious honour is to feel no sin, 95 100 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, 106 Or he, who bids thee face with steddy view If such a doctrine, in St. James's air, Should chance to make the well-drest rabble stare; ΙΙΟ If honest S*z take scandal at a spark, Send her to court, you send her to her The people are a many-headed beast: grave. 115 120 Can 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: 125 The rest, some farm the poor-box, some the pews; $35 Sir Job sail'd forth, the ev'ning bright and still, "No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich-hill!” Up starts a palace, lo, th' obedient base Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace, The silver Thames reflects its marble face. Now let some whimsey, or that dev'l within 140 Which guides all those who know not what they mean, But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen ; "Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, "For snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in town." At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone. 146 The The fool, whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter, Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch, 151 Transform themselves so strangely as the rich? Well, but the poor-the poor have the same itch; They change their weekly barber, weekly news, Prefer a new japanner to their shoes, 156 Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run 166 When (each opinion with the next at strife, I plant, root up; I build, and then confound; Turn round to square, and square again to round; You never change one muscle of your face, 171 You think this madness but a common case, Nor once to Chanc'ry, nor to Hale apply; 175 Is this my guide, philosopher, and friend? This he, who loves me, and who ought to mend? Who 180 Who ought to make me (what he can, or none) 185 |