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Without my aid, the best divine
But, while I thus my life relate,
LL-ruling tyrant of the earth,
The fav’rite messenger of yove*,
By fate exalted, high in place,
Lo, here I stand with double face; Superior none on earth I find; But see below me all mankind. Yet, as it oft attends the great, I almost sink with my own weight. At every
motion undertook, The vulgar all consult my
I am a courtier in my way;
By riding post I lose my health; And only to get others wealth.
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
ECAUSE I am by nature blind,
I wisely chuse to walk behind;
yet my Speaking gives offence :
Through me, though sore against my will, Instructors ev'ry art instil. By thousands I am fold and bought, Who neither get nor lose a groat; For none, alas! by me can gain, But those who give me greatest pain. Shall man presume to be my master, Who's but my caterer and tasier? Yet, though I always have my will, I'm but a meer depender still:
An humble hanger-on at best;
In me detractors feek to find Two vices of a diff'rent kind: I'm too profuse, some cens’rers cry, And all I get, I let it fly : While others give me many a curse, Because too close I hold my purse. But this I know, in either cafe They dare not charge me to my face. 'Tis true indeed, sometimes I save, Sometimes run out of all I have; But, when the year is at an end, Computing what I get, and spend, My goings out, and comings in, I cannot find I lose or win; And therefore all that know me say, I justly keep the middle way. I'm always by my betters lead; I last get up, and first a-bed; Though, if I rise before my time, The learn'd in sciences sublime Consult the stars, and thence foretel Good ļuck to those with whom I dwell.
THE joy of man, the pride of brutes,
Domestic subject for disputes,
To place thee in another view,