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Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
250 By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. Man ? and for ever? wretch! what would'st thou Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave,
[have? All vast possessions, (just the same the case Whether you call them villa, park, or chase,) 255 Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail ? Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale, Let rising granaries and temples here, Their mingled farms and pyramids appear, Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 260 Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke! Inexorable death shall level all, And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall.
Gold, silver, iv'ry, vases sculptur'd high Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye, There are who have not, and thank Heav'n there are,
266 Who, if they have not, think not worth their care.
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one
270 Plows, burns, manures, and toils from sun to sun; The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's mines : Why one like Bu with pay and scorn content, Bows and votes on, in court and parliament ; 275
One Ver. 273. All Townshend's turnips,] Lord Townshend, Secretary of State to George the First and Second.
One driv'n by strong benevolence of soul,
Yes, Sir, how small soever be my heap,
may sigh, and think it want of grace
What is't to me, (a passenger God wot,)
vessel be first rate or not? The ship itself may make a better figure, But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger. I neither strut with ev'ry fav’ring breath, Nor strive with all the tempest in
VER. 274. like Bum) Bubb Doddington, afterward Lord Melcombe.
Vir. 277. Hy, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in settling the Colony of Georgia.
In pow'r, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, plac'd
“ But why all this of av’rice? I have none.”' I wish you joy, Sir, of a tyrant gone;
305 But does no other lord it at this hour, As wild and mad? the avarice of pow'r? Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appall? Not the black fear of death, that saddens all ? With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, 310 Despise the known, nor tremble at th' unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and entire, In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ? Pleas'd to look forward, pleas'd to look behind, And count each birth-day with a grateful mind? 315 Has life no sourness, drawn so near its end? Can’st thou endure a foe, forgive a friend? Has age but melted the rough parts away, As winter-fruits grow mild ere they decay? Or will
think, my friend, your bus’ness done, When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one ? 321
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will ; You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your Walk sober off; before a sprightlier age [fill: Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave such to trifle with more grace
ease, Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please.