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Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 226 A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, The wisest man might blush, I must agree, If D * * * loved sixpence more than he.
If there be truth in law, and use can give 230 A property, that's yours on which you live: Delightful Abscourt, if its fields afford Their fruits to you,
its lord : All Worldly's hens, nay, partridge, sold to town; His venison too, a guinea makes your own;
235 He bought at thousands, what with better wit You purchase as you want, and bit by bit. Now, or long since, what difference will be
pay a penny, and he paid a pound. Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Lords of fat E’sham, or of Lincoln-fen, 241 Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat; Buy every pullet they afford to eat; Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own Half that the devil o'erlooks from Lincoln town. The laws of God, as well as of the land, 246 Abhor, a perpetuity should stand : Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's power Loose on the point of every wavering hour, 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 wouldst
thou have? Heir
urges heir, like wave impelling wave.
292 Delightful Abscourt; a farm over-against Hamptoncourt.-Pope.
All vast possessions, (just the same the case,
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 Ploughs, 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
273 All Townshend's turnips. Lord Townshend, secretary of state to George I. and II. He was fond of agriculture; and was peculiarly proud of his improvements in turnips.
274 One like Bum Bubb Doddington, already mentioned, a contemptible fellow, who had the folly to publish his own contemptibility.
One, driven by strong benevolence of soul,
Yes, sir, how small soever be my heap,
285 My heir may sigh, and think it want of grace A man so poor would live without a place: But sure no statute in his favor says, How free or frugal I shall pass my days: I, who at some times spend, at others spare, 290 Divided between carelessness and care.
277 Fly like Oglethorpe. Warton, with ridiculous panegyric, pronounces Oglethorpe at once a great hero and a great legis. lator.' He had served a good deal in the German armies under Eugene ; and on his return to England, projected a colony in Georgia ; for which he set out, with the two Wesleys in his train. He obtained a charter for his colony, and exhibited some Indian chiefs at St. James's. In 1745, as major-general, he commanded a division of cavalry under the duke of Cumberland; but offending him by the apparently slight negligence of taking up his quarters, one night of the march, on the flank of the army, when he was supposed to be in the front, was summarily deprived of his command. A court-martial acquitted him; but he was employed no more. He thenceforth spent his life roving through London society, enjoying and enjoyed, mingling much with men of literature, laughing at all the gerierals of his day, and indignant, to the last, at the duke of Cumberland. He died, at a very advanced age, with the reputation of a brave man, a man of intelligence, and a man of pleasantry: but higher qualities are required to compound either great heroes or great legislators.
'Tis one thing madly to disperse my store;
What is 't to me, (a passenger, God wot !)
teeth : In power, wit, figure, virtue, fortune, placed Behind the foremost, and before the last.
"But why all this of avarice? 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 power? Does neither rage inflame, nor fear appal ? Not the black fear of death, that saddens all ? 309 With terrors round, can reason hold her throne, Despise the known, nor tremble at the unknown? Survey both worlds, intrepid and intire, In spite of witches, devils, dreams, and fire ? Pleased to look forward, pleased to look behind, And count each birthday with a grateful mind? Has life no sourness, drawn so near its end? 316 Canst 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 you think, my friend, your business done, When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one?
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and loved, and eat, and drunk
your fill :