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Farewell then verse, and love, and ev'ry toy,
But ask not, to what doctors I apply?
30 Sometimes with Aristippus, or St. Paul, Indulge my candor, and grow all to all ; Back to my native moderation slide, And win my way by yielding to the tide.
34 Long, as to him who works for debt, the day, Long as the night to her whose love's
40 That keep me from myself; and still delay Life's instant business to a future day :
Ver. 29. Free as young Lyt:elton, Afterwards the celebrated Lord Lyttelton.
That task, which as we follow, or despise,
Late as it is, I put myself to school,
these eyes. Not to go back, is somewhat to advance, And men must walk at least before they dance.
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move 55
'Tis the first virtue, vices to abhor;
See him, with pains of body, pangs of soul,
75 And ease thy heart of all that it admires ? Here, Wisdom calls : “ Seek virtue first, be bold ! “ As gold to silver, virtue is to gold.” There, London's voice : “ Get money, money
still! “ And then let virtue follow, if she will.”
80 This, this the saving doctrine, preach'd to all, From low St. James's up to high St. Paul ; From him whose quills stand quiver'd at his ear, To him who notches sticks at Westminster.
Barnard in spirit, sense, and truth abounds ; 85 “ Pray then, what wants he?" Fourscore thousand
Yet ev'ry child another song will sing,
VER. 84. notches sticks] Exchequer tallies.
VER. 85. Barnard] Sir John Barnard, Knicht, was born at Reading, and brought up at a school at Wandsworth in Surry; his parents were Quakers. In 1703, he quitted the Society of Quakers, was received into the church by Compton, Bishop of London, and continued a member of it. He became a celebrated member of Parliament, and an eminent merchant and magistrate of London.
True, conscious honour is to feel no sin,
And say, to which shall our applause belong, ,
106 Or he, who bids thee face with steddy view Proud fortune, and look shallow greatness through: And, while he bids thee, sets th' example too? If such a doctrine, in St. James's air, Should chance to make the well-drest rabble stare ; If honest S*z take scandal at a spark, That less admires the palace than the park : Faith I shall give the answer Reynard gave : " I cannot like, dread Sir, your royal cave : 115 " Because I see, by all the tracks about, “ Full many a beast goes in, but none comes out." Adieu to virtue, if you're once a slave : Send her to court, you send her to her grave.
Well, if a king's a lion, at the least The people are a many-headed beast :
Can they direct what measures to pursue,
pursues Satire, be kind, and let the wretch alone :
135 But shew me one who has it in his pow'r To act consistent with himself an hour. Sir Job sail'd forth, the ev'ning bright and still, " No place on earth (he cry'd) like Greenwich-hill !" Up starts a palace, lo, th' obedient base
140 Slopes at its foot, the woods its sides embrace, The silver Thames reflects its marble face. Now let some whimsey, or that dev'l within Which guides all those who know not what they mean, But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen ; “ Away, away! take all your scaffolds down,
146 “ For snug's the word: My dear! we'll live in town."
At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown? That very night he longs to lie alone.