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With that Sir Topaz, (hapless youth!)
Intreats them pity graunt;
To tread the circled haunt.
“Thy cause to come wa know :
The caitiff upward fung;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
They sit, they drink, and eat ;
And down ydrops the Knight:
Beyond the length of night.
Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
Which Edwin lost afore.
And some are born with none.
But virtue can itself advance " To what the fav'rite fools of chance
By fortune seem design'd; " Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
And from itself shake off the weight. • Upon th' unworthy mind.'
The Misery of a Town Life, and the HAPPINESS
of a COUNTRY ONE;
IMITATED FROM HORACE.
(SWIFT AND POPE.)
Well, now I have all this and more,
"If I ne'er got or lost a groat, By any trick, or any fault; . • And if I pray by reason's rules, • And not like forty other fools : • As thus, “ Vouchsafe, Oh gracious Maker ! “ To grant me this and t'other acre : “ Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct ny plough to find a treasure:" • But only what my station fits, • And to be kept in iny rigbt wits, • Preserve, Almighty Providence! • Just what you gave me, competence: • And let me in these shades compose • Something in verse as true as prose ;
• Remov'd frorn all th'ambitious scene,
In short, I'm perfectly content,
I must by all means come to town,
" Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown; " Let my lord know you're come to town." I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is levee-day; And find his honour in a pound, Hemm’d by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between! . Some wag observes me thus perplext, And smiling whispers to the next, : “ I thought the Dean had been too proud, “ To justle here among the croud." Another, in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal than wit, “ So eager to express your love, " You ne'er consider whom you shove, “ But rudely press before a Duke." I own, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly meant to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw;
This humbly offers me his case
“ To-morrow my appeal comes on,
'Tis (let me see) three years and more,
Yet some, I know, with envy swell, Because they see me us'd so well : • How think you 'of our friend the Dean? "I wonder what some people mean; "My lord and he are grown so great, “ Always together tête à tête ; " What, they admire him for his jokes " See but the fortune of some folks!" There flies about a strange report Of some express arriv'd at Court; I'm stopp'd by all the fools I meet, And catechis d in ev'ry street. “You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great; “ Inform us, will the Emperor treat ?
“ Or do the prints and papers lie ?" . Faith, Sir, you know as well as I. " Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest ! " 'Tis now no secret” – I protest 'Tis one to me-" Then tell us, pray, " When are the troops to have their pay?" And tho' I solemnly declare I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown The closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. O charming noons ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks below, Chatting and laughing all-a-row, . The beans and bacon set before 'em, The grace-cup serv'd with all decorum : Each willing to be pleas'd and please, And even the very dogs at ease. Ilere no man prates of idle things, How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, Or what's in either of the houses : But something much more our concern, And quite a scandal not to learn : Which is the happier, or the wiser, A man of merit, or a miser? Whether we ought to choose our friends, For their own worth, or our own ends? What good, or better, we may call, And what, the very best of all ?
Our friend, Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely dpropos: Name a town life, and in a trice He had a story of two mice.