When servile Chaplains cry, that birth and place
Indue a Peer with honour, truth, and grace, 221
Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair,
Say, can you find out one fuch lodger there?
Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach,
You go to church to hear these Flatt'rers preach.

Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 226
A grain of courage, or a spark of fpirit,
The wisest man might blush, I must agree,
If D*** lov'd fixpence, more than he.

W

If there be truth in Law, and Use can give 230 A Property, that's yours on which you live. Delightful Abs-court, if its fields afford Their fruits to you, confeffes you its lord: All Worldly's hens, nay partridge, fold to town, His ven'fon 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 fince, what diff'rence will be found? You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

241

"Heathcote himself, and fuch large-acred men, Lords of fat E'fham, or of Lincoln fen, Buy ev'ry stick of wood that lends them heat, Buy ev'ry Pullet they afford to eat.

NOTES.

VER. 232. delightful Abs-court] A farm over-against Hamp ton-Court.

Sed vocat ufque fuum, qua populus adfita certis Limitibus vicina refigit jurgia: tanquam

2

* Sit proprium quidquam, puncto quod mobilis

horae,

Nunc prece, nunc pretio, nunc vi, nunc morte

fuprema,

Permutet dominos, et cedat in altera jura.

Sic, quia perpetuus nulli datur ufus, at haeres Haeredem alterius, velut unda fupervenit undam: Quid vici profunt, aut horrea? quidve Calabris Saltibus adjecti Lucani; fi metit Orcus Grandia cum parvis, non exorabilis auro?

Gemmas, marmor, ebur, Tyrrhena figilla,

tabellas,

a

Argentum, veftes Gaetulo murice tinctas,

Sunt qui non habeant; eft qui non curat habere.

NOTES.

VER. 248. hang in Fortune's pow'r-Lose on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour.] A modern idea (the magnetic needle) here fupplied the Imitator with expreffion much fuperior to his Original.

Yet these are Wights, who fondly call their own Half that the Dev'l 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 pow'r * Loose on the point of ev'ry wav'ring hour, Ready, by force, or of your own accord, 250 By fale, at least by death, to change their lord. Man? and for ever? wretch! what wou'dft thou have?

Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave.
All vaft poffeffions (just the same the case
Whether you call them Villa, Park, or Chace)255
Alas, my BATHURST! what will they avail?
Joint Cotfwood hills to Saperton's fair dale,
Let rifing Granaries and Temples here,
There mingled farms and pyramids appear, .
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 260
Enclose whole downs in walls, 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable Death fhall level all,

And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer fall. *Gold, Silver, Iv'ry, Vafes fculptur'd high, Paint, Marble, Gems, and robes of Persian dye, 265 There are who have not-and thank heav'n there

are,

Who, if they have not, think not worth their

care.

"Cur alter fratrum ceffare, et ludere, et ungi Pracferat Herodis palmetis pinguibus; alter Dives et importunus, ad umbram lucis ab ortu Silveftrem flammis et ferro mitiget agrum: Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum : NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE,

mortalis in

unum

Quodque caput, vultu mutabilis, albus, et ater,

"Utar, et ex modico, quantum res pofcet, acervo Tollam: nec metuam, quid de me judicet haeres,

Quod non plura datis invenerit. et tamen idem

Scire volam, quantum fimplex hilarifque nepoti

Difcrepet, et quantum difcordet parcus avaro.

NOTES.

VER. 273. All Townshend's Turnips,] Lord Townfhend, Secretary of State to George the Firft and Second.-When this great Statefman retired from bufinefs, he amufed himself in Husbandry; and was particularly fond of that kind of rural improvement which arifes from Turnips; it was the favourite fubject of his converfation.

VER. 277. fly, like Oglethorpe,] Employed in fettling the Colony of Georgia. P.

VER. 280 That God of Nature, &c.] Here our Poet had an opportunity of illustrating his own Philofophy; and lo giving a much better sense to his Original; and cor

'Talk what you will of Tafte, my friend, you'll find

Two of a face, as foon as of a mind.

Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one 270 Plows, burns, manures, and toils from fun to fun;

1

The other flights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's Turnips, and all Grosvenor's

mines:

Why one like Bu- with pay and fcorn content,
Bows and votes on, in Court and Parliament;275
One, driv'n by ftrong Benevolence of foul,
Shall fly, like Oglethorpe, from pole to pole:
Is known alone to that Directing Pow'r,
Who forms the Genius in the natal hour;
That God of Nature, who, within us ftill, 280
Inclines our action, not constrains our will;
Various of temper, as of face or frame,
Each individual: His great End the fame.
Yes, Sir, how small foever be my heap,
A part I will enjoy, as well as keep.
My heir

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may sigh, and think it want of grace A man so poor would live without a place:

NOTES.

recting both the Naturalifm and the Fate of Horace, which are covertly conveyed in these words,

"Scit Genius, natale comes qui temperat aftrum,
"NATURAE DEUS HUMANAE."