Imatges de pÓgina

Nor think yourself secure in doing wrong By telling nofes with a party ftrong.

Be rich; but of your wealth make no parade ;

At least, before your master's debts are paid, Nor in a palace, built with chargeimmense, Prefume to treat him at his own expence. Each farmer in the neighbourhood can count,

To what your lawful perquifites amount. The tenants poor,the hardness of the times, Are ill excufes for a fervant's crimes. With intereft, and a premium paid befide, The mafter's preffing wants must be supply'd;

With hafty zeal behold the fteward come y his own credit to advance the fum; Who, while th' unrighteous mammon is his friend,

Maywell conclude his pow'rwill never end.
A faithful treas'rer! what could he do
Helends my lord, what was my lord's before.

The law foftrictly guards the monarch's health,

That no phyfician dares prefcribe by ftealth:


The council fit; approvethe doctor's skill; And give advice, before he gives the pill, But the ftate emp'ric acts a safer part; And while he poisons, wins the royal heart.

But how can I defcribe the rav'nous breed? Then let me now by negatives proceed.

Suppose your lord a trusty servant fend On weighty bus'nefs to fome neighb'ring friend :

Prefume not, Gay, unless you ferve a drone, To countermand his orders by your own.

Should fome imperious neighbour fink the boats,

And drain the fifb-ponds, while your mafter


Shall he upon the ducal rights intrench, Because he brib'd you with a brace of tench?

Nor from your lord his bad condition hide

To feed his luxury, or foothe his pride. Nor at an under rate his timber fell, And with an oath affure him; all is well.



Orfwear it rotten*; and with humble airs Request it of him to compleat your fairs. Nor when a mortgage lies on half his lands, Come with a purse of guineas in your hands.

Have Peter Waters always in your mind; That rogue of genuine myfterial kind Can half the peerage by his arts bewitch; Starve twenty lords to make one fcoundrel rich:

And when he gravely has undone a score, Is humbly pray'd to ruin twenty moret. A dexterous fteward, when his tricks are found, Hufb-money fends to all the neighbours round;

His mafter, unfufpicious of his pranks, Pays all the coft, and gives the villain thanks.

And should a friend attempt to fet him right,

His lordship would impute it all to spight; Would love his fav'rite better than before, And truft his honefty just so much more,

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Thus families like realms with equal fate

Are funk by premier minifters of state.

Some, when an heir fucceeds, go boldly


And, as they robb'd the father, robb’d the fon.

A knave, who deep embroils his lord's affairs,

Will foon grow neceffary to his heirs.
His policy confifts in fetting traps,
In finding ways and means, and stopping

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Though not to cure, yet palliate each disease.

In either cafe an equal chance is run; For keep, or turn him out my lord's undone.

You want a hand to clear a filthy fink;
No cleanly workman can endure the ftink.
A ftrong dilemma in a desperate case!
To act with infamy, or quit the place.

A bungler thus, who fcarce the nail can hit,

With driving wrong will make the pannel fplit:


Nor dares an abler workman undertake To drive a fecond, left the whole should break.

In ev'ry court the parallel will hold ; And kings, like private folks,were bought and fold.

The ruling rogue, who dreads to be cafhier'd,

Contrives, as he is hated, to be fear'd: Confounds accounts, perplexes all affairs; For vengeance more embroils, than skill repairs.

So robbers (and their ends are just the fame) To 'fcape enquiries leave the boufe in flame.

I knew a brazen minister of state. Who bore for twice ten years the public


In every mouth the question most in vogue Was, when will they turn out this odious rogue?

A juncture happen'd in his highest pride: While he went robbing on,old mafter died. We thought there now remain'd no room to doubt;

His work is done, the minifter must out. The court invited more than one or two; Will you,Sir Spencer? or, will you, or you?


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