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Ready, by force, or of your own accord, 250
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
Man and for ever? wretch! what would'st thou
Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave. [have ?
All vast possessions, (just the same the case
Whether you call them villa, park, or chase,) 255
Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail ?
Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale,. .
Let rising granaries and temples here,
Their mingled farms and pyramids appear,
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, - 260
Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable death shall level all,
And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall.

Gold, silver, iv'ry, vases sculptur'd high,
Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye,
There are who have not, and thank Heav'n there
are, ,

266 Who, if they have not, think not worth their care.

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; The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines : Why one like Bu— with pay and scorn content, Bows and votes on, in court and parliament; 275

One Ver. 273. All Townshend's turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second.

One driv'n by strong benevolence of soul,
Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole :
Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r,
Who forms the genius in the natal hour ;

That God of nature, who, within us still, 280 · Inclines our action, not constrains our will ;

Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual : His great end the same.

Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap,
A part I will enjoy, as well as keep. 285
My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace
A man so poor would live without a place :
But sure no statute in his favour says,
How free, or frugal, I shall pass my days :
I, who at some times spend, at others spare, 290
Divided between carelessness and care.
'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store ;
Another, not to heed to treasure more ;
Glad, like a boy, to snatch the first good day,
And pleas'd, if sordid want be far away.

What is’t to me, (a passenger God wot,)
Whether my vessel be first rate or not?
The ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger.
I neither strut with ev'ry fav’ring breath,
Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth.

In Ver. 274. like Bum) Bubb Doddington, afterward Lord Melcombe.

Ver. 277. Hy, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in settling the Co. hy of Georgia.

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In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, placid
Behind the foremost, and before the last.

“ But why all this of av'rice? I have none."
I wish you joy, Sir, of a tyrant gone ;
But does no other lord it at this hour,
As wild and mad? the avarice of pow'r ?
Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appall ?
Not the black fear of death, that saddens all ?
With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, 310
Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown?
Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire,
In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ?
Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind,
And count each birth-day with a grateful mind ? 315
Has life no sourness, drawn so near its end?
Can'st thou endure a foe, forgive a friend?
Has age but melted the rough parts away,
As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay?
Or will you think, my friend, your busʼness done,
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one? 321

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age [fill: Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, 326 Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please.

THE

SATIRES

OF

DR. JOHN DONNE,

DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S,

VERSIFIED.

Quid vetat et nosmet Lucili scripta legenres
Quærere, num illius, num rerum dura negârit
Versiculos natura magis factos, et euntes,
Mollius?

Hos.

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