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The Author having been told by an intimate
Friend, that the Duke of Queensberry had employed Mr. Gay to inspect the Accounts and Management of his Grace's Receivers and Stewards, (which, however, proved afterwards to be a Mistake) writ to Mr. Gay the following Poem.
Written in the Year 1731.
Ow could you, Gay, disgrace the Muses
SAY, had the Court no better Place to chuse
But, + princely Douglass, and his glorious Dame, Advanc'd thy Fortune, and preserv'd thy Fame,
Mrs. H-RD, now C ss of s | Mr. Gay was appointed Gentleman-Usher to one of the Princesses, which he refused.
+ The Duke of QUEENSBERRY
Nor, will your nobler Gifts be misapply'd,
Not Love of Beauty less the Heart inflames
But, let me now, for I can do it well,
And first: To make my Observation right,
Now, let me shew how B- and you agree,
Next, hearken Gay, to what thy Charge re
quires, With Servants, Tenants, and the neighb'ring Squires. Let all Domesticks feel your gentle Sway: Nor bribe, insult, nor flatter, nor betray. Let due Reward to Merit be allow'd ; Nor, with your KINDRED balf the Palace crowd. Nor, think
self secure in doing wrong, By telling Noses with a Party strong.
Be rich; but of your Wealth make no Parade; At least, before your Master's Debts are paid. Nor, in a Palace built with Charge immense, Presume to treat bim at bis own Expence. Each Farmer in the Neighbourhood can count, To what your lawful Perquisites amount. The Tenants poor, the Hardness of the Times, Are ill Excuses for a Servant's Crimes :
* A Title given to every Duke by the Heralds.
With Int'rest, and a Præmium paid beside,
The Law fo ftrictly guards the Monarch's
BUT, how can I describe the rav’nous Breed? Then, let me now by Negatives proceed.
SUPPOSE your Lord a trusty Servant fend,
SHOULD some impericus Neighbour sink the Boats;
Nor, from your Lord his bad Condition hide; To feed his Luxury, or footh his Pride.
Nor, at an under Rate his Timber fell ;
Have + Peter Walters always in your Mind ; That Rogue of genuine ministerial Kind : Can half the Peerage by his Arts bewitch ; Starve twenty Lords to make one Scoundrel rich: And, when he gravely has undone a Score, Is humbly pray'd to ruin Twenty more.
A Dext'rous Steward, when his Tricks are
found, | Hush money sends to all the Neighbours round: His Master, unsuspicious of his Pranks, Pays all the Coft, and gives the Villain Thanks ; And, should a Friend attempt to set him right, His Lordship would impute it all to Spight: Would love his Fav'rite better than before; And trust his Honesty just so much more. Thus Families, like R-ms, with equal Fate, May sink by premier Ministers of State.
* These Lines are thought to allude to some Story concerning a great Quantity of Mohoganny, declared rotten, and then applied by some Body to Wainscots, Stairs, Door-Cafes, &c.
# He hath practised this Trade for many Years, and still continues, it with Success; and after he hath ruined one Lord, is carnestly follicited to take another. # A Cant Word.