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The fool, whose wife elopes some thrice a quarter,
156 Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a chaise and one; They hire their sculler, and when once abroad, Grow sick, and damn the climate-like a lord. 160
You laugh, half beau, half sloven if I stand,
175 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?
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none)
THE SIXTH EPISTLE
TO MR. MURRAY.* “ NOT to admire, is all the art I know,
“ To make men happy, and to keep them so." (Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flow'rs of
speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.)
This vault of air, this congregated ball, Self-center'd sun, and stars that rise and fall, There are, my friend! whose philosophic eyes Look through, and trust the Ruler with his skies, To him commit the hour, the day, the year, And view this dreadful all without a fear. IC Admire we then what earth's low entrails hold, Arabian shores, or Indian seas infold; All the mad trade of fools and slaves for gold? Or popularity? or stars and strings? The mob's applauses, or the gifts of kings? 15
... Say * Afterwards the celebrated Lord Mansfield. This was written 1737.
VER. 4. Creeche] From whose translation of Horace the two first lines are taken. ; VOL. II
Say with what eyes we ought at courts to gaze,
If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
Go then, and if you can, admire the state Of beaming diamonds, and reflected plate ; Procure a Taste to double the surprize, And gaze on Parian charms with learned eyes: Be struck with bright brocade, or ·Tyrian dye, Our birth-day uobles' splendid livery. If not so pleas'd, at council-board rejoice, To see their judgments hang upon thy voice; 35 From morn to night, at. Senate, Rolls, and Hall, Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all. But wherefore all this labour, all this strife? For fame, for riches, for a noble wife ? Shall one whom nature, learning, birth, conspir'd To form, not to admire, but be admir’d, Sigh, while his Chloe blind to wit and worth Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth?
Yet time ennobles, or degrades each line; .
Rack'd with sciatics, martyr'd with the stone,
55 See Ward by batter'd beaus invited over, And desp’rate misery lays hold on Dover. The case is easier in the mind's disease ; There all men may be cur’d, whene’er they please. Would ye be blest ? despise low joys, low gains ; Disdain whatever CORNBURY disdains ;
61 Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.
But art thou one, whom new opinions sway, One who believes as Tindal leads the way,
Who Ver. 45. It brighten'd Craggs's,] His father had been in a low situation ; but, hy industry and ability, got to be post master general and agent to the Duke of Marlborough.
Ver: 56. 57. Ward - Dover.] Celebrated empirics.
Ver. 61. Whatever CORNBURY disdains ; | When Lord Cornbury returned from his travels, the late Earl of Essex, bis brotherin-law, told him he had got a handsome pension for him. To which Lord Cornbury answered with a composed dignity - How could you tell, my Lord, that I was to be sold; or, at least, how came you to know my price so exactly? To this anecdote Pope alludes.