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Without my aid, the beft divine
Nay; man my mafter is my flave:
But, while I thus my life relate, I only haften on my fate.
My tongue is black, my mouth is furr'd, I hardly now can force a word.
I die unpitied and forgot,
LL-ruling tyrant of the earth, To vileft flaves I owe my birth. How is the greatest monarch bleft, When in my gaudy liv'ry dreft! No haughty nymph has pow'r to run From me; or my embraces fhun. Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame, My conftancy is fill the fame.
The fav'rite meffenger of Jove*,
I am a courtier in my way;
By riding post I lose my health; And only to get others wealth.
ECAUSE I am by nature blind, I wifely chufe to walk behind; However, to avoid disgrace, I let no creature fee my face. My words are few, but spoke with sense: And yet my Speaking gives offence: Or, if to whisper I prefume, The company will fly the room. By all the world I am oppreft, And my oppreffion gives them reft.
Through me, though fore against my will, Inftructors ev'ry art inftil. By thousands I am sold and bought, Who neither get nor lofe a groat; For none, alas! by me can gain, But thofe who give me greatest pain. Shall man prefume to be my mafter, Who's but my caterer and tafter? Yet, though I always have my will, I'm but a meer depender ftill:
An humble hanger-on at best;
In me detractors feek to find Two vices of a diff'rent kind: I'm too profufe, fome 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, fometimes I fave, 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 lofe or win; And therefore all that know me fay, I justly keep the middle way. I'm always by my betters lead; I laft get up, and firft a-bed; Though, if I rife before my time, The learn'd in fciences fublime Confult the ftars, and thence foretel Good luck to thofe with whom I dwell.
THE joy of man, the pride of brutes,
Of plenty thou the emblem fair,
To place thee in another view,