244 Or bid the new be English, ages hence, (For use will father what's begot by sense,) Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue; But show no mercy to an empty line: Then polish all, with so much life and ease, You think 'tis nature, and a knack to please: 170 175 "But ease in writing flows from art, not chance; If such the plague and pains to write by rule, 181 185 190 Him, the damn'd doctors and his friends immur'd, They bled, they cupp'd, they purg'd; in short, they Whereat the gentleman began to stare [cur'd: My friends! he cried, p-x take you for your care! That from a patriot of distinguish'd note, Have bled and purg'd me to a simple vote. 196 Well, Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my fate : Wisdom (curse on it) will come soon or late. dull: There is a time when poets will grow I'll learn to smooth and harmonise my mind, Soon as I enter at my country door, 200 205 210 215 If, when the more you drink, the more you crave, You tell the doctor; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confess as well your folly, as disease? The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice." When golden angels cease to cure the evil, You give all royal witchcraft to the devil: When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place Indue a peer with honour, truth, and grace, Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair, Say, can you find out one such lodger there? 221 Yet VER. 218. When golden angels cease, &c.] The whole of this passage alludes to a delication of Mr. afterwards Bishop Kennel, to the Duke of Devonshire; to whom he was chaplain. Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach, You go to church to hear these flatt'rers preach. Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 226 A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, The wisest man might blush, I must agree, If D*** lov'd sixpence, more than he. If there be truth in law, and use can give yours on which you live. A property, that's Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's pow'r 230 235 241 246 Ready, VER. 232. Delightful Abs-court,] A farm over-against Hampton-Court. Ready, by force, or of your own accord, 250 By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. All vast possessions, (just the same the case Inexorable death shall level all, [have? And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall. Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, 255 260 There are who have not, and thank Heav'n there Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. 266 Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one 270 Plows, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun; 275 One VER. 273. All Townshend's turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secre tary of State to George the First and Second. 1 One driv❜n by strong benevolence of soul, away. What is't to me, (a passenger God wot,) 280 285 290 295 300 In VER. 274. like Bu-] Bubb Doddington, afterward Lord Melcombe. VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in settling the Colony of Georgia. |