With Pean's pureft Fire his Favourites glow;
The Dregs will ferve to ripen Ore below;
His meanest Work: For, had he thought it fit,
That, Wealth should be the Appenage of Wit,
The God of Light could ne'er have been fo blind,
To deal it to the worst of Human-kind.

BUT let me now, for I can do it well,
Your Conduct in this new Employ foretell.

AND firft: To make my Observation right,
I place a ST***** A N full before my Sight,
A bloated Mr in all his Geer,

With shameless Vifage, and perfidious Leer,
Two Rows of Teeth arm each devouring Jaw;
And, Ostrich-like, his all-digesting Maw.

My Fancy drags this Monster to my View,
To fhow the World his chief Reverse in you.
Of loud un-meaning Sounds, a rapid Flood
Rolls from his Mouth in plenteous Streams of Mud;
With these, the Court and Senate-house he plies,
Made up of Noife, and Impudence, and Lies.

Now, let me show how B
You ferve a potent Prince, as well as He.

and you agree.

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A Title given to every Duke by the Heralds.

The Ducal Coffers, trufted to your Charge,
Your honest Care may fill; perhaps enlarge.

His Vaffals easy, and the Owner bleft;

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They pay a Trifle, and enjoy the reft.

Not fo a Nation's Revenues are paid

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The Servants Faults are on the Mafter laid.

The People with a Sigh their Taxes bring;
And curfing B, forget to blefs

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, infult, nor flatter, nor betray.

Let due Reward to Merit be allow'd;

Nor, with your KINDRED half the Palace crowd.

Nor, think your felf fecure 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 Charge immenfe, Prefume to treat him at his own Expence.

Each

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 Servant's Crimes:

With Int'reft, and a Præmium paid befide,
The Master's preffing Wants must be supply'd;
With hafty Zeal, behold, the Steward come,
By his own Credit to advance the Sum;
Who, while th' unrighteous Mammon is his Friend,
May well conclude his Pow'r will never end.
A faithful Treaf'rer! What could he do more?
He lends my Lord, what was my Lord's before.

THE Law so strictly guards the Monarch's Health,
That no Physician dares prescribe by Stealth:
The Council fit; approve the Doctor's Skill;
And give Advice before he gives the Pill.
But, the State-Emp'ric acts a fafer 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 trufty Servant fend, On weighty Bus'ness, to some neighb'ring Friend: Prefume not, Gay, unless you serve a Drone, To countermand his Orders by your own.

SHOULD

SHOULD fome imperious Neighbour fink the

Boats,

And drain the Fish-ponds; while your Mafter doats; 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 footh his Pride.
Nor, at an under Rate his Timber fell;
And, with an Oath, affure him; all is well.
Or*fwear it rotten; and with humble Airs,
Request it of him to compleat your Stairs.
Nor, when a Mortgage lies on half his Lands,
Come with a Purfe of Guineas in your Hands,

HAVE† Peter Waters always in your Mind;
That Rogue of genuine minifterial Kind :
Can half the Peerage by his Arts bewitch;

Starve twenty Lords to make one Scoundrel rich:

And,

*Thefe Lines are thought to allude to fome Story concerning a great Quantity of Maboganny, declared rotten, and then applied by fome Body to Wainfcots, Stairs, Door-Cafes, &c.

He hath practiced this Trade for many Years, and ftill continues it with Success; and after he bath ruined one Lord, is earneftly follicited to take another.

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,

* Husb-money fends to all the Neighbours round; His Master, unfufpicious of his Pranks,

Pays all the Coft, and gives the Villain Thanks.
And, fhould 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 Honesty just so much more.
Thus Families, like R-ms, with equal Fate,
May fink by premier Minifters of State.

SOME, when an Heir fucceeds; go boldly on,
And, as they robb'd the Father, rob the Son.
A Knave, who deep embroils his Lord's Affairs,
Will foon grow necessary to his Heirs.

His Policy confifts in fetting Traps.

In finding Ways and Means, and flopping Gaps: He knows a Thousand Tricks, whene'er he please; Though not to cure, yet palliate each Disease.

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A Cant-Word.