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Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes and gives.
B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue
P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,
281 Ye little stars ! hide your diminish'd rays.
race, his form, his name almost unkown?
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung,
With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw,
His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
320 Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confess'd, Asise, 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 power; For very want he could not pay a dower. A few gray hairs his reverend temples crown'd; 'Twas very want that sold them for two pound. What! e'en denied 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 prepared ? Or are they both, in this their own reward ? A knotty point to which we now proceed, But you are tired—I'll tell a tale-B. Agreed.
P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies,
340 There dwelt a citizen of sober fame, A plain good man, and Balaam was his name; Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth: His word would
than he was worth. One solid dish his week-day meal affords, An added pudding solemnized the Lord's : Constant at church and 'change ; his gains were sure; His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
The Devil was piqued such saintship to behold. And long'd to tempt him, like good Job of old; But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
351 And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Roused by the prince of air, the whirlwinds sweep The surge, and plunged his father in the deep; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, And two rich shipwrecks bless the lucky shore.
Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
Asleep and naked as an Indian lay,
And am so clear too of all other vice.'
The tempter saw his time: the work he plied;
Behold sir Balaam, now a man of spirit,
A nymph of quality admires our knight;
The devil and the king divide the prize,
TO RICHARD BOYLE,
EARL OF BURLINGTON,
OF THE USE OF RICHES.
The vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality. The abuse
of the word taste, ver. 13. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing else, is good sense, ver. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow nature, even in works of mere luxu, ry and elegance. Instanced in architecture and gardening, where all must be adapted to the genius and use of the place, and the beauties not forced into it, but resulting from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed, in their most expensive undertakings, for want of this true foundation, without which nothing can please long, if at all; and the best examples and rules will be but perverted into something burthensome and ridiculous, ver. 65 to 90. A description of the false taste of magnificence ; the first grand error of which is, to imagine that greatnoss consists in the size and dimension, instead of the proportion and harmony of the whole, ver. 97, and the second either in joining together parts incoherent, or too minutely resembling, or in the repetition of the same too frequently, ver. 105, &c. A word or two of false taste in books, in music, in painting, even in preaching and prayer, and lastly in entertainments, ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, since it is dispersed to the poor and laborious part of mankind, ver. 169. [recurring to what is laid down in the first book, Ep. ii. and in the Epistle preceding this, ver. 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper field for the expense of great men, ver. 177, &c. And finally the great and public works which become a prince, ver: 191, to the end. VOL. II.