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No Wit to flatter, left of all his store !
No Fool to laugh at, which he valu’d more.
There, Victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame; this lord of useless thousands ends.

His Grace's fate fage Cutler could foresee, 315
And well (he thought) advis'd him, “Live like me.”
As well his Grace reply'd, “Like you, Sir John?
6. That I can do, when all I have is gone.”
Resolve me, Reason, which of these is worse,
Want with a full, or with an empty purse? 320
Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess’d,
Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless’d ?

NOTES. Ver. 313. There, Victor parties concerned; who, it of his health, of fortune, is likely, had made but a friends, And fame) The very sorry decision. The term implies the difficulty abhorrence of an empty purse he had to get the better of would have certainly perall these incumbrances. And verted the judgmentof Want it is true, as his hiftory in- with a full one : And the forms is, he had the impe-longings for a full one, would diment of good parts,which, probably have as much miffrom time to time, a little led Want with an empty one. hindered and retarded his Whereas Reason resolves this Victories.

matter in a trice. There beVer. 319. Resolve me, ing a possibility that Want Reason, which of these is with an empty purse may be worse, Want with a full, relieved ; but none, that or with an empty purse?] Want with a full purse ever The 'poet did well in appealing to Reason, from the


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,
Banish'd the doctor, and expell’d 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 !"

Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd ? Or are they both, in this their own reward ? A knotty point! to which we now proceed. But you are tir’d—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



Ver. 337. in the former Editions,

That knotty point, my Lord, hall I discuss,
Or tell a tale ?-A Tale.--It follows thus,

NOTES. Ver. 339. Where Lon- ment, built in memory of don's column,] The Monu- | the fire of London, with an

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.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords, 345
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's :
Constant at Church, and Change; his gains were

His givings rare, fave farthings to the poor.

The Dev'l was piqu’d 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; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, 355 And two rich Ihip-wrecks bless the lucky shore.


inscription, importing that inhabitants to

to those to city to have been burnt by whom that misfortune arthe Papifts. P.

rives : When a ship happens VER. 355. Cornish] The to be stranded there, they author has placed the scene have been known to bore of these shipwrecks in Corn holes in it, to prevent it's wall, not only from their getting off; to plunder, and frequency on that coast, but sometimes even to massacre from the inhumanity of the the people : Nor has the

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, 6 I'll now give fix-pence where I gave a groat; 366


Parliament of England been they would try to do more yet able wholly to suppress than live ; instead of imthese barbarities. P.

parting the least pittance of · Ver. 360. And lo! &c.] it to those whom fortune The poet had observ'd a had reduced to do less than bove, that when the luxu- live : The VANITY of riously-felfish had got more which chimerical project he than they knew how to use, well exposed in these lines :

What Riches give us let us then enquire.
Meat, Fire, and Cloaths. What more? Meat, Cloaths,

and Fire.

But here, in one who had of Luxury, he shews, with not yet learnt the art of admirable humour, the ri. disguising the Poverty of dicale of that project : Wealth by the Refinements

And lo! two Puddings smoak’d upon the board.


" Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice" 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 side, 370 'Till all the Dæmon 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.

Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, 375 Ascribes 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 Devil 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 : 390 His daughter flaunts a Viscount's tawdry wife ; She bears a Coronet and Px for life.

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