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Alike in nothing but one lust of gold,
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 devil within Which guides all those who know not what they But give the knight (or give his lady) spleen, [mean, “ Away, away! take all your scaffolds down, 146 “ For Snug's the word : my dear! we'll live in
At am'rous Flavio is the stocking thrown?
156 Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a chaise and one ; They hire their sculler, and when once aboard Grow sick, and damn the climate-like a lord. 160 You laugh half-beau, half sloven, if I stand, My wig all powder, and all snuff
Careless how ill I with myself agree,
TO MR. MURRAY.
" NOT to admire is all the art I know “ To make men happy and to keep them so.” (Plain truth, dear Murray! needs no flow'rs of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech.) This vault of air, this congregated ball,
5 Self-centred sun, and stars that rise and fall, There are, my Friend! whose philosophic eyes Look thro', and trust the Ruler with his skies; To him commit the hour, the day, the year, And view this dreadful All without a fear.
10 Admire we then what earth's low entrails hold, Arabian shores, or Indian seas infold; All the mad trade of fools and slaves for gold? Or popularity ? or stars and strings? The mob's applauses, or the gifts of kings?' 15 Say with what eyes we ought at courts to gaze, And
pay the great our homage of amaze? If weak the pleasure that from these can spring, The fear to want them is as weak a thing :
Whether we dread, or whether we desire, 20
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Go then, and if you can, admire the state Of beaming di’monds and reflected plate ; Procure a taste to double the surprise,
30 And gaze on Parian charms with learned eyes ; Be struck with bright brocade or Tyrian dye, Our birth-day nobles' splendid livery. If not so pleas'd, at council board rejoice To see their judgments hang upon thy voice; 35 From morn to night, at senate, rolls, and hall, Plead much, read more, dine late, or not at all. But wherefore all this labour, all this strife? For fame, for riches, for a nobler wife? Shall one whom Nature, learning, birth, conspir'd To form not to admire, but be admir'd,
41 Sigh while his Chloe, blind to wit and worth, Weds the rich dulness of some son of earth? Yet time ennobles or degrades each line; It brighten’s Craggs's, and may darken thipe.