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And studious of mutation still; discard.
A real elegance, a little used,
For monstrous novelty and strange disguise..
We facrifice to dress, till houshold jo; s;
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,
And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.
What man that lives, and that knows how to liveg,
Would fail texhibit at the public shows
A form as splendid as the proudest there,
Though appetite raise outcries at the cost ?
A man o'th' town dines late, but foon enough
With reasonable forecast and dispatch,
T' insure a fide-box station at half price.
You think, perhaps, so delicate his diess,
His.daily fare as delicate. Alas!
He picks clean teeth, and busy as he seems
With an old tavern quill, is hungry yet.
The rout is folly's circle, which the draws,
With magic.wand. So potent is the spell,
That none, decoy'd into that fatal ring,
Unless by heaven's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early grey, but never wile,
There form connections, but acquire no friend,
Solicit pleasure hopeless of success;
Waste youth in occupations only fit
For second childhood, and devote old age
To sports which only childhood could excuse.
There they are happiest who dissemble best
Their weariness; and they the most polite
Who squander time and treasure with a smile,
Though at their own destruction. She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends, conteinns them all,
And hates their coming. They, what can they
Make just reprisals, and with cringe and shrug,
And bow obfequious, hide their hate of her.
All catch the frenzy, downward from her Grace,
Whofe flambeaux flash against the morning skies,
And gild our chamber ceilings as they pafs,
To her who frugal only that her thrift
May feed exceffes she can ill afford,
Is hackney'd home unlacquey'd. Who in haste
Alighting, turns the key in her own door,
And at the watchman's lantern borrowing light,
Finds a cold bed her only comfort left.
Wives beggar husbands, husbands ftarve their
On fortune's velvet altar off'ring up
Their last poor pitrance. Fortune most severe
Of goddesses yet known, and costlier far
Than all that held their routs in Juno's heav'n
So fare we in this prison-house the world.
And 'tis a fearful spectacle to see
So many maniacs dancing in their chains.
They gaze upon the links that holl them fast,
With eyes of anguilh, execrate their lot,
Then shake them in defpair, and dance again..
Now basket up the family of plagues
That waste our vitals. Peculation, fale
Of honour, perjury, corruption, frauds
By forgery, by subterfuge of law,
By tricks and lies, as num'rous and as keen
As the necessities their authors feel
Then caft them closely bundled, ev'ry brat
At the right door. Profusion is the fire. .
Profufion unrestrain'd, with all that's base
In character, has litter'd all the land,
And bred within the mem'ry of no few,
A priesthood such as Baal's was of old,
A people such as never was till now.
It is a hungry vice :-it eats up all
That gives society its beauty, strength, ,
Convenience, and security, and use :
Makes inen mere vermin, worthy to be trapp'ı
And gibbeted as fast as catchpole claws
Can seize the flipp’ry prey. Unties the knot.
Of union, and converts the sacred band
That holds mankind together, to a fcourge: .
Profufion deluging a state with lusts
Of groffest nature and of worst effects,
Prepares it for its ruin. Hardens, blinds,
And warps the consciences of public men
Till they can laugh at virtue; mock the fools
That trust them; and, in th' end, disclose a face
That would have shock'd credulity herself
Unmask’d, vouchsafing this their fole excuse ;
Since all alike are selfish- why not they ?
This does Profusion, and th' accursed cause
Of such deep mischief, has itself a cause.
In colleges and halls, in ancient days,
When learning, virtue, piety and truth
Were precious, and inculcated with care,
There dwelt a fage call’d Discipline. His head
Not yet by time completely filver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile
Play'd on his lips, and in his speech was heard
Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love.
The occupation deareft to his heart
Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke
The head of modeft and ingenuous worth
That blush'd at its own praise; and press the youth
Close to his side that pleas'd him. Learning grew
Beneath his care, a thriving vig'rous plant ;
The mind was well inform'd, the paffions held
Subordinate, and diligence was choice.
If e'er it chanc'd, as sometimes chance it must,
many overleap'd The limits of controul, his gentle eye Grew ftern, and darted a fevere rebuke ; His frown was full of terror, and his voice Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe As left him not, till penitence had won Loft favour back again, and clos'd the breach. But Discipline, a faithful servant long, Declin'd at length into the vale of years ; A palfy struck his arm, his sparkling eye Was quench'd in rheums of age, his voice un
strung Grew tremulous, and mov'd derifion more Than rev'rence, in perverse rebellious youth. So colleges and halls neglected much Their good old friend, and Discipline at length O’erlook'd and unemploy'd, fell fick and died. Then study languish'd, emulation Nept, And virtue fled. The schools became a scene Of solemn farce, where ignorance in stilts,
cap well lin’d with logic not his own, With parrot tongue perform'd the scholar's part, Proceeding soon a graduated dunce. Then compromise had place, and scrutiny Became ftone-blind, precedence went in truck,