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P. Some War, some Plague, or Famine they foresee, Some Revelation hid from you and me.

Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found,
He thinks a Loaf will rise to fifty pound.
What made Directors cheat in South-sea year1?
To live on Ven'son when it sold so dear 2.
Ask you why Phryne the whole Auction buys 3 ?
Phryne foresees a general Excise1.

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Why she and Sappho raise that monstrous sum?
Alas! they fear a man will cost a plum.

Wise Peter sees the World's respect for Gold,
And therefore hopes this Nation may be sold:
Glorious Ambition! Peter, swell thy store,
And be what Rome's great Didius 7 was before.
The Crown of Poland, venal twice an age3,
To just three millions, stinted modest Gage 9.
But nobler scenes Maria's dreams unfold,
Hereditary Realms, and worlds of Gold.
Congenial souls! whose life one Av'rice joins,
And one fate buries in th' Asturian Mines.

Much injur'd Blunt 10! why bears he Britain's hate? A wizard told him in these words our fate:

[South-sea year: 1720; in August the stock of the South Sea Company had risen to 1000; by the end of September it had fallen to 300; and the news of the failure of Law's Mississippi scheme in Paris completed the crash which reduced thousands of families to beggary. Pope himself told Atterbury that after the bursting of the bubble he remained with 'half what he imagined he had,' probably meaning half his gains, as there is every reason to believe that he sold out in time.]

2 To live on Ven'son] In the extravagance and luxury of the South-sea year, the price of a haunch of Venison, was from three to five pounds. P.

3 [Sir Robert Walpole's scheme of the year 1733 for bringing the tobacco- and wine-duties under the laws of excise, was magnified by report into the design of a general excise upon all articles of consumption. The popular ferment which the proposal aroused led to its abandonment. See Lord Stanhope's History of England, Chap. xvi.] 4-general Excise] Many people about the year 1733, had a conceit that such a thing was intended, of which it is not improbable this lady might have some intimation. P. [In 1733 Walpole contemplated a comprehensive measure for adding to the excise-duties, and reforming the whole administration of the revenue: a cry was set up against the measure by the Opposition, and the country, terrified by the bugbear of a general excise. Pulteney headed the opposition in Parliament, while the prejudices of the public were worked upon in the Craftsman. Walpole was forced to withdraw his excellent proposal.]

5 [Pope himself advised Lady M. W. Montagu to purchase South-sea stock in August 1720.]

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6 Wise Peter] Peter Walter, a person not only eminent in the wisdom of his profession, as a dextrous attorney, but allowed to be a good, if not a safe conveyancer; extremely respected by the Nobility of this land, tho' free from all manner of luxury and ostentation: his Wealth was never seen, and his bounty never heard of, except to his own son, for whom he procured an employment of considerable profit, of which he gave him as much as was necessary. Therefore the taxing this gentleman with any Ambition, is certainly a great wrong to him. P. [The 'Waters' of v. 20.]

7 Rome's great Didius] A Roman Lawyer, so rich as to purchase the Empire when it was set to sale upon the death of Pertinax. P. [Didius Julianus A. D. 193. The vendors were the Prætorian Guards.]

8 The Crown of Poland, &c.] The two persons here mentioned were of Quality, each of whom in the Mississippi despis'd to realize above three hundred thousand pounds; the Gentleman with a view to the purchase of the Crown of Poland, the Lady on a vision of the like royal nature. They since retired into Spain, where they are still in search of gold in the mines of the Asturies. P.

9 A Mr Gage, of the ancient Suffolk Catholic family of that name; and Lady Mary Herbert, daughter of the Marquess of Powis and of a natural daughter of James II.; whence the phrase hereditary realms.' Bowles.

10 Much injur'd Blunt!] Sir John Blunt, originally a scrivener, was one of the first projectors of the South-sea Company, and afterwards one of the directors and chief managers of the famous scheme in 1720. He was also one of those who suffer'd most severely by the bill of pains and penalties on the said directors. He was a Dis

"At length Corruption, like a gen'ral flood,

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(So long by watchful Ministers withstood)
"Shall deluge all; and Av'rice, creeping on,
"Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the Sun;
"Statesman and Patriot ply alike the stocks,
"Peeress and Butler share alike the Box,

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"And Judges job, and Bishops bite the town,

"And mighty Dukes pack Cards for half a crown.

"See Britain sunk in lucre's sordid charms,

"And France reveng'd of ANNE'S and EDWARD'S arms?'

'Twas no Court-badge, great Scriv'ner! fir'd thy brain,

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And, nobly wishing Party-rage to cease,

To buy both sides, and give thy Country peace.
"All this is madness," cries a sober sage:

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But who, my friend, has reason in his rage?
"The ruling Passion, be it what it will,
"The ruling Passion conquers Reason still."
Less mad the wildest whimsey we can frame,
Than ev'n that Passion, if it has no Aim;
For tho' such motives Folly you may call,
The Folly's greater to have none at all1.

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Hear then the truth: "'Tis Heav'n each Passion sends,

"And diff'rent men directs to diff'rent ends.

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"Extremes in Nature equal good produce,
"Extremes in Man concur to gen'ral use.
Ask we what makes one keep, and one bestow?
That Pow'R who bids the Ocean ebb and flow,
Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain,
Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain,
Builds life on Death, on Change Duration founds,
And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds.
Riches, like insects, when conceal'd they lie,
Wait but for Wings, and in their season fly.
Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the Poor ;
This year a Reservoir, to keep and spare 2;
The next, a Fountain, spouting thro' his Heir,
In lavish streams to quench a Country's thirst,
And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Old Cotta sham'd his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:

senter of a most religious deportment, and professed to be a greater believer. Whether he did really credit the prophecy here mentioned is not certain, but it was constantly in this very style he declaimed against the corruption and luxury of the age, the partiality of Parliaments, and the misery of party-spirit. He was particularly eloquent a gainst Avarice in great and noble persons, of which he had indeed lived to see many miserable

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examples. He died in the year 1732. P.
1 Verbatim from Rochefoucault. Warton.
2 Taken from Fuller's Church History, p. 28.
Warton.

3 [Supposed to be the Duke of Newcastle, who died in 1711; and his son, the well-known peer of that name, who afterwards became prime minister. Carruthers. [See Macaulay's portrait of the son in his Essay on Chatham.]

What tho' (the use of barb'rous spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot1?
His court with nettles, moats with cresses stor'd,

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With soups unbought and salads bless'd his board?
If Cotta liv'd on pulse, it was no more

Than Brahmins, Saints, and Sages did before;

To cram the Rich was prodigal expense,

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And who would take the Poor from Providence?

Like some lone Chartreux stands the good old Hall,
Silence without, and Fasts within the wall;
No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound,
No noontide-bell invites the country round;
Tenants with sighs the smokeless tow'rs survey,
And turn th' unwilling steeds another way;
Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er,
Curse the sav'd candle, and unop'ning door;
While the gaunt mastiff growling at the gate,
Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.

Not so his Son; he mark'd this oversight,
And then mistook reverse of wrong for right.
(For what to shun will no great knowledge need
But what to follow, is a task indeed.)
Yet sure, of qualities deserving praise,
More go to ruin Fortunes, than to raise.

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What slaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine,

Fill the capacious Squire, and deep Divine!
Yet no mean motive this profusion draws,
His oxen perish in his country's cause;
'Tis GEORGE and LIBERTY that crowns the cup,

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And Zeal for that great House which eats him up.
The woods recede around the naked seat;
The Sylvans groan-no matter-for the Fleet;
Next goes his Wool-to clothe our valiant bands;
Last, for his Country's love, he sells his Lands.
To town he comes, completes the nation's hope,

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And heads the bold Train-bands 5, and burns a Pope.
And shall not Britain now reward his toils,
Britain, that pays her Patriots with her Spoils ?
In vain at Court the Bankrupt pleads his cause,
leaves him to her Laws.
The Sense to value Riches, with the Art
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart,
Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursu'd,
Not sunk by sloth, nor rais'd by servitude;

His thankless Country

1['Cool was his kitchen, though his brains were hot.' Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel. I.] 2 With soups unbought] -dapibus mensas onerabat inemptis. Virg. P. [Georg. IV. 133.]

3 [Carthusian monastery.] 4 [Of Hanover.]

5 [The demonstrative Protestantism of the Metropolis is the subject of Dryden's Medal.]

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'Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board,
And nettles grew, fit porridge for their Lord;
Where mad good-natured bounty misapply'd,
In lavish Curio blaz'd awhile and dy'd;
There Providence once more shall shift the scene,
And shewing H-y, teach the Golden mean.'
Warburton.

[H-y may stand for Harley.]

To balance Fortune by a just expense,
Join with Economy, Magnificence;

With Splendour, Charity; with Plenty, Health;

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O teach us, BATHURST! yet unspoil'd by wealth1!
That secret rare, between th' extremes to move

Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.

B. To Worth or Want well-weigh'd, be Bounty giv'n,

And ease, or emulate, the care of Heav'n;

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(Whose measure full o'erflows on human race)
Mend Fortune's fault, and justify her grace.
Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd;
As Poison heals, in just proportion us'd:
In heaps, like Ambergrise, a stink it lies,

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But well-dispers'd, is Incense to the Skies.

P. Who starves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats?

The Wretch that trusts them, and the Rogue that cheats.

Is there a Lord, who knows a cheerful noon

Without a Fiddler, Flatt'rer, or Buffoon?

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Whose table, Wit, or modest Merit share,

Unelbow'd by a Gamester, Pimp, or Play'r?

Who copies Your's or OXFORD's better part,

To ease th' oppress'd, and raise the sinking heart?

Where-e'er he shines, oh Fortune, gild the scene,
And Angels guard him in the golden Mean!
There, English Bounty yet awhile may stand,

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And Honour linger ere it leaves the land.

But all our praises why should Lords engross?
Rise, honest Muse! and sing the MAN of Ross3:
Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bounds,
And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds.

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Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow?
From the dry rock who bade the waters flow?
Not to the skies in useless columns tost,

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Or in proud falls magnificently lost,

But clear and artless, pouring thro' the plain
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.

1 After v. 226 in the MS.

'That secret rare, with affluence hardly join'd,
Which W-n lost, yet B-y ne'er could find;
Still miss'd by Vice, and scarce by Virtue hit,
By G-'s goodness, or by S-'s Wit.'
[Possibly Wharton, Granville, Sheffield.]

2 OXFORD'S better part,] Edward Harley, Earl of Oxford. The son of Robert, created Earl of Oxford and Earl Mortimer by Queen Anne. This Nobleman died regretted by all men of letters, great numbers of whom had experienced his benefits. He left behind him one of the most noble Libraries in Europe. P.

3 The MAN of Ross:] The person here celebrated, who with a small Estate actually performed all these good works, and whose true name was almost lost (partly by the title of the Man of Ross given him by way of eminence, and partly by being buried without so much as an inscription)

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Whose Cause-way parts the vale with shady rows?
Whose Seats the weary Traveller repose?
Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise?
"""The MAN of Ross," each lisping babe replies.
Behold the Market-place with poor o'erspread !
The MAN of Ross divides the weekly bread;
He feeds yon Alms-house, neat, but void of state,
Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate;
Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest,
The young who labour, and the old who rest.
Is any sick? the MAN of Ross relieves,
Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes, and gives.
Is there a variance; enter but his door,

Balk'd are the Courts, and contest is no more.
Despairing Quacks with curses fled the place,
And vile Attorneys, now an useless race.

B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue
What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do!
Oh say, what sums that gen'rous hand supply?
What mines, to swell that boundless charity

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P. Of Debts, and Taxes, Wife and Children clear,

This man possest-five hundred pounds a year.

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Blush, Grandeur, blush! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze!

Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays.

B. And what? no monument, inscription, stone1?
His race, his form, his name almost unknown?

P. Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name:

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Go, search it there 2, where to be born and die3,
Of rich and poor makes all the history;
Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ;
Prov'd, by the ends of being, to have been.
When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend
The wretch, who living sav'd a candle's end:
Should'ring God's altar a vile image stands,
Belies his features, nay extends his hands;

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That live-long wig which Gorgon's self might own,
Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone 5.

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In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung,

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The floors of plaister, and the walls of dung,
On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw,

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