The fober Trader at a tatter'd Cloak
Wakes from his Dream, and labours for a Joke ;
With brifker Air the filken Courtiers gaze,
And turn the varied Taunt a thousand Ways.
(a) Of all the Griefs that harrafs the Diftrefs'd,
Sure the most bitter is a fcornful Jeft;
Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous Heart,
Than when a Blockhead's Infult points the Dart.
(b) Has Heaven referv'd, in Pity to the Poor,
No pathlefs Wafte, or undifcover'd Shore?
No fecret Island in the boundless Main?
No peaceful Defart, yet unclaim'd by SPAIN?
Quick let us rife, the happy Seats explore,
And bear Oppreffion's Infolence no more.
This mournful Truth is ev'ry where confefs'd,
(c) SLOW rifes WORTH, BY POVERTY DEPRESS'D:
But here more flow, where all are Slaves to Gold,
Where Looks are Merchandise, and Smiles are fold,
Where won by Bribes, by Flatteries implor'd,
The Groom retails the Favours of his Lord. [Cries
But hark! th' affrighted Crowd's tumultuous
Roll through the Streets, and thunder to the Skies:
Rais'd from fome pleafing Dream of Wealth and Pow'r,
Some pompous Palace, or fome blifsful Bow'r,
Aghaft you start, and scarce with aching Sight
Sustain th' approaching Fire's tremenduous Light;
(a) Nil habet infelix paupertas durius in fe, Quam quod ridiculous homines facit.
Debuerant olim tenues migraffe Quirities.
(c) Haud facile emergunt, quorum virtutibus obftat Res angufta domi. Sed Roma durior illis
Swift from pursuing Horrors take your Way,
And leave your little ALL to Flames a Prey;
(d) Then thro' the World a wretched Vagrant roam,
For where can ftarving Merit find a Home?
In vain your mournful Narrative disclose,
While all neglect, and moft infult your Woes.
(e) Should Heaven's juft Bolts Orgilio's Wealth con-
And spread his flaming Palace on the Ground, [found,
Swift o'er the Land the difmal Rumour flies,
And publick Mournings pacify the Skies;
The laureat Tribe in fervile Verse relate,
How Virtue wars with perfecuting Fate;
(f) With well-feign'd Gratitude the penfion'd Band
Refund the Plunder of the beggar'd Land.
See! while he builds, the gaudy Vaffals come,
And crowd with fudden Wealth the rifing Dome;
The Price of Boroughs and of Souls restore,
And raise his Treafures higher than before:
Now blefs'd with all the Baubles of the Great,
The polifh'd Marble, and the fhining Plate,
(g) Orgilio fees the golden Pile afpire,
And hopes from angry Heav'n another Fire.
(b) Could'st thou refign the Park and play content,
For the fair Banks of Severn or of Trent:
Erumna cumulus, quod nudum, & fruftra rogantem Nemo cibo, nemo hofpitio, tectoque juvabit.
(e) Si magna Afturici cecidit domus, horrida mater, Pullati proceres.
f) Fam accurrit, qui marmora donet,
Conferat impenfas: hic, &c.
Hic modum argenti.
Meliora, ac plura reponit
Perficus orborum lautiffimus.
(b) Si potes avelli Circenfibus, optima Sora, Aut Frabrateria domus, aut Frufinone paratur,
There might'ft thou find fome elegant Retreat,
Some hireling Senator's deferted Seat;
And stretch thy Profpects o'er the smiling Land,
For lefs than rent the Dungeons of the Strand:
There prune thy Walks, fupport thy drooping Flow'rs,
Direct thy Rivulets, and twine thy Bow'rs;
And, while thy Beds a cheap Repast afford,
Defpife the Dainties of a venal Lord;
There ev'ry Bush with Nature's Mufick rings,
There ev'ry Breeze bears Health upon its Wings;
On all thy Hours Security fhall fmile,
And blefs thy Evening Walk and Morning Toil.
(i) Prepare for Death, if here at Night you roam,
And fign your Will before you fup from Home.
(k) Some fiery Fop, with new Commiffion vain,
Who fleeps on Brambles till he kills his Man;
Some frolick Drunkard, reeling from a Feaft,
Provokes a Broil, and ftabs you for a Jeft.
(1)Yet ev❜n thefe Heroes, mifchievously gay,
Lords of the Street, and Terrors of the Way:
Flufh'd as they are with Folly, Youth, and Wine,
Their prudent Infults to the Poor confine;
Afar they mark the Flambeau's bright Approach,
And fhun the fhining Train, and golden Coach.
Quanti nunc tenebras unum conducis in annum.
Hortulus hic
Vive bidentis amans, & culti villicus horti,
Unde epulum poffis centum dare Pythagoræis.
(i) ---Poffis ignavus haberi,
Et fubiti cafus improvidus, ad cœnam fi
Inteftatus eas.
(k) Ebrius, ac petulans, qui nullum forte cecidit,
Dat poenas, noctem patitur lugentis amicum
(1) Sed, quamvis improbus annis
Atque mero fervens, cavet hunc, quem coccina lœna
(m) In vain, thefe Dangers paft, your Doors you And hope the balmy Bleffings of Repofe: Cruel with Guilt, and daring with Despair, The Midnight Murd'rer bursts the faithlefs Bar Invades the facred Hour of filent Reft,
And plants, unfeen, a Dagger in your Breast.
(n) Scarce can our Fields (fuch Crowds at Tyburn With Hemp the Gallows and the Fleet fupply, [die, Propose your Schemes, ye fenatorian Band, Whofe Ways and Means fupport the finking Land ; Left Ropes be wanting in the tempting Spring, To rig another Convoy for the K-g.
(0) A fingle Jail, in Alfred's golden Reign, Could Half the Nation's Criminals contain 3 Fair Juftice then, without Conftraint ador'd, Held high the fteady Scale, but deep'd the Sword; No Spies were paid, no fpecial Juries known, Bleft age! but ah! how diff'rent from our own! (p) Much could I add, but fee the Boat at hand, The Tide retiring, calls me from the Land: (9) Farewel!-When Youth, and Health, and Fortune spent,
Thou fly'ft for Refuge to the Wilds of Kent ;
Vitari jubet, et comitum longiffimus ordo:
Multum præterea flammarum, atque ænea lampas. (m) Nec tamen hoc tantum metuas: nam qui fpoliet te Non deerit: claufis domibus, &c.
(n) Maximus in vinclis ferri modus: ut timeas ne Vomer deficiat, ne marre et farcula defint.
(0) Felices proavorum atavos, felicia dicas Secula, quæ quondam fub regibus atque tribunis Viderunt uno contentam carcere Romam.
(p) His alias poteram, & plures fubne&tere caufas: Sed jumenta vocant.
(q)--- Ergo vale noftri memor: & quoties te Rama tuo refici properantem reddet Aquinos.
And tir'd like me, with Follies and with Crimes,
In angry Numbers warn'ft fucceeding Times ;
Then fhall thy Friend, nor thou refuse his Aid,
Still Foe to Vice, forfake his Cambrian Shade;
In Virtue's Caufe once more forfake his Rage,
Thy Satire point, and animate thy Page.
Me quoque ad Eleufinam Cererem, veftramque Dianam Convelle a Cumis: fatirarum ergo, ni pudet illas Adjutor gellidos veniam caligatus in agros.
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