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There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
His Grace's fate fage Cutler could foresee, 315
320 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 pow'r,
325 For very want; he could not pay a dow'r. A few grey hairs his rev'rend temples crown'd, 'Twas very want that sold them for two pound. What ev'n deny'd a cordial at his end, Banith'd the doctor, and expellid 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 ! ”
taste. For the taking pleasure in fools, for the sake of laugbing 'at them, is nothing else but the complaisance of flattering ourselves, by an advantageous comparison, which the mind makes between itself and the object laughed at, Hence too we may see the Reason of mens preferring ebis to other kinds of Aatterj. For we are always inclined to think that work beft done, which we do ourselves,
you are tir'd
Say, for such worth are other worlds prepard ? Or are they both, in this their own reward ?
336 A knotty point! to which we now proceed. But
I'll tell a tale - B. Agreed. P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lyes;
340 There dwelt a Citizen of fober 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.
The Dev'l was piquid 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.
Rouz’d by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds sweep The surge, and plunge his Father in the deep;
Ver. 339. Wbere London's column,] The Monumene, built in memory of the fire of London, with an inscription, importing that city to have been burat by the papists,
VER. 337. In the former Editions,
That knotty point, my Lord, shall I discuss,
It follows thus
Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, 355 And two rich thipwrecks 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 smoak'd upon the board. 360
Asleep and naked as an Indian lay, An honeft factor stole a Gem away : He pledg'd it to the knight; the knight had wit, So kept the Di'mond, and the rogue was bit. Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his thought, « I'll now give six-pence where I gave a groat; 366 “Where once. I went to church, I'll now
twice--a « And am so clear too of all other vice.”
The Tempter saw his time; the work he ply'd ; Stocks and Subscriptions pour on ev'ry fide,
379 "Till all the Demon makes his full descent In one abundant show'r of Cent per Cent, Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole, Then dubs Director, and secures his soul.
Ver. 355. Cornish] The author has placed the scene of these shipwrecks in Cornwall, not only from their frequency on that coast, but from the inhumanity of the inhabitants to those to whom that misfortune arrives: When a fhip. hap pens to be stranded there, they have been known to bore holes in it, to prevent its getting off; to plunder, and sometimes even to massacre the people : Nor has the Parliament of England been yet able wholly to suppress chese barbarities,
Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit, 375 Afcribes 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 employ'd the Sunday-morn: Seldom at Church ('twas such a busy life) 381 But duly sent his family and wife. There (so the Dev'l ordain'd) one Christmas-tide My good old Lady catch'd a cold, and dy'd.
A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight; 385 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 Commission buys, Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies : His daughter flaunts a Viscount's tawdry wife; 391 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, 395 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,
VER. 401. The Devil and the King divide the Prize.] This is to be underftood in a very fober and decent sense; as a Satire only on such Ministers of State which History informs us have been found, who aided the Devil in his temptations, in order to foment, if not to make, Plots for the sake of confiscations. So sure always, and just is our author's satire, even in those places where he seems most to have indulged himself only in an elegant badinage. But this Satire on the abuse of the general Laws of forfeiture for high treason, which all well-policied communities have found expedient to provide themselves withal, is by no means to be understood as a reflection on the Laws themselves, whose necessity, equity, and even lenity have been excellently well vindicated in that very learned and elegant Discourse intitled, Some Corfderations on the Law of Forfeiture for bigb Treafon. Third Edition, London 1748.
VER, ult, --- curses God and dies.) i, e. Fell under the temptation ; alluding to the story of Job referred to above,
IMITATIONS. Ver. 394. And one more Pensioner St. Stepben gains.] atque unam civem donare Sibylla,