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Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can
Be this a woman's fame; with this unblest,
TO ALLEN, LORD BATHURST.
of the Use of Riches.
That it is known to few, most falling into one of the
extremes, avarice or profusion, ver. 10, &c. The point discussed, whether the invention of money, has been more commodious or pernicious to man. kind, ver. 21 to 77. That riches, either to the avaricious or the prodigal, cannot afford happiness, scarcely necessaries, ver. 89 to 160. That avarice is an absolute frenzy, without an end or purpose, ver. 113, &c. 152. Conjectures about the motives of avaricious men, ver. 121 to 153. . That the conduct of men with respect to riches, can only be accounted for by the order of Providence, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all to its great end by perpetual revolutions, ver. 161 to 178. How a miser acts upon principles which appear to bim reasonable, ver. 179. How a prodigal does the same, ver. 199. The true medium, and true use of riches, ver. 219. The man of Ross, ver. 250. The fate of the profuse and the covetous, in two examples; both miserable in life and in death, ver. 300, &c. The story of Sir Balaam, ver. 339 to the end.
This Epistle was written after a violent outcry against our author, on a supposition that he had ridiculed a worthy nobleman, merely for his wrong taste. He justified himself upon that article in a letter to the Earl of Burlington; at the end of which are these words: I have learnt that there are some who would rather be wicked than ridiculous: and therefore it may be safer to attack vices than follies. I will therefore leave my betters in the quiet possession of their idols, their groves, and their highplaces; and change my subject from their pride to their meanness, from their vanities to their miseries; and as the only certain way to avoid misconstruc. tions, to lessen offence, and not to multiply ill-na. tured applications, I may probably in my next make use of real names instead of fictitious ones.'
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and
But I, who think more highly of our kind
Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past,
grace of Heaven, or token of th' elect;
Given to the fool, the mad, the vain, the evil,
B. What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; Tis thus we eat the bread another sows.
P. But how unequal it bestows, observe;
B. Trade it may help, society extend :
P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
; Pregnant with thousands flits the scrap unseen, And silent sells a king or buys a queen.
O! that such bulky bribes as all might see, Still, as of old, incumber'd villany! Could France or Rome divert our brave designs, With all their brandies or with all their wines ? What could they more than knights and 'squires
confound, Or water all the quorum ten miles round? A statesman's slumbers how this speech would spoil! "Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil;
Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door;
Poor avarice one torment more would find ;
P. What riches give us, let us then inquire : Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat,
clothes, and fire. Is this too little ? would you more than live? Alas ! 'tis more than Turner finds they give, Alas ! 'tis more than (all his visions past) Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! What can they give? To dying Hopkins heirs ? To Chartres vigour? Japhet nose and ears? Can they in gems bid pallid Hippia glow? In Fulvia's buckle ease the throbs below? Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, With all th' embroidery plaster'd at thy tail ? They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) Give Harpax self the blessing of a friend; Or find some doctor that would save the life Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife.