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That the base Wretch who hoards up all he can,
Is prais'd, and calld a careful, thrifty Man :
The fabled 17 Dragon never guarded more
The Golden Fleece, than he his ill. got Store :
What a profound Respect where-e'er he goes
The Multitude to such a Monster shows?
Each Father cries, “ My Son, Example take,
« And, led by this Wife Youth, thy Fortunes make;
" Who Day and Night ne'er ceas'd to toil and sweat,
Drudg'd like a Smith, and on the Anvil beat,
« Till he had hammer'd out a vast Estate.
* Side with that Sect, who learnedly deny,
" That e'er Content was join'd with Poverty ;
“ Who measure Happiness by Wealth encreas’d,
“ And think the Mony'd Man alone is Bleft.
Parents the little Arts of Saving teach,
Ere Sons the Top of Avarice can reach ;
When with false Weights their Servants Guts they cheat,
And pinch their own to cover the Deceit :
Keep a ftale Crust, 'till it looks Blue, and think
Their Flefh ne'er fit for Eating 'till it stink;
The least Remains of which they mince, and dress:
It o'er again, to make another Mess :
Adding a Leck, whose ev'ry String is told,
For fear some pilf ring Hand shou'd make too bold:
And with a Mark distinct, seal up a Dish
Of thrice-boild Beans, and putrid Summer-Fish :
A Beggar on the 18 Bridge wou'd loath such Food,
And send it to be wash'd in Tiber's Flood.
17 This Dragon was Guar 18 Beggars took their stad dian of the Golden Fleece, tions then, as they do now, which hung in the Temple of in the greatest Thorow-fares, Mars at Colchos ; and hereby which were their Bridges, of hangs a Tale, or a long Sto- which there were many over zy of Jafon and Medea, with the River Tiber in Romerwhich I will not toubic you
But, to what End these ways of sordid Gain?
It shews a manifest unsettled Brain,
Living, to suffer a low starving Fate,
In hopes of dying in a wealthy State.
For, asthy Arutting Bags with Mony rise,
The love of Gain is of an equal fize :
Kind Fortune does the poor Man better bless,
Who though he has it not, desires it less.
One Villa therefore is too little thought ;
A larger Farm at a vast Price is bought :
Uncasy still within these narrow Rounds,
Thy next Design is on thy Neighbour's Grounds :
His Crop invites, to full Perfection growa,
Tby own seems thin, because it is thy own :
The Purchase therefore is demanded streight,
And if he will not sell, or makes thee wait,
A Teem of Oxen in the Night are sent
(Starv'd for the purpose, and with Labour spent)
To take Free Quarter, which in one half Hour
The Pains and Product of a Year devour :
Then, some are bafely Brib'd to vow it looks
Most plainly done by Thieves with Reaping-hooks.
Such mean Revenge, committed underband,
Has ruin'd many an Acre of good Land.
What if Men talk, and Whispers go about,
Pointing the Malice and its Author out ?
He values not what they can fay, or do
For who will dare a Mony'd Man to sue ?
Thus he wou'd rather curs'd and envy'd be
Than lov'd and prais’d in honest Poverty.
But to possess a long and happy Life,
Freed from Diseases, and secure from Strife;
Give me, ye Gods, the Product of one 19 Field,
As large as that which the first Romans Tilld;
19 Field, viz. The Field of was the greatest part of the Mars, or Campus Martins,which | Roman Empire, when in its 1o
That so I neither may be Rich nor Poor,
And having just enough, not cover more.
'Twas then, Old Soldiers cover'd o'er with Scars,
The Marks of 20 Pyrrhus, or the 21 Punick Wars,)
Thought all past Services rewarded well,
If to their mare at last two Acres fell :
Their Country's frugal Bounty ;) fo of old
Was Blood, and Life, at a low Market fold.
Yet, then, this little Spot of Earth well Tilld,
A num'rous Family with Plenty fillid;
The good old Man and thrifty Housewife spent
Their Days in Peace, and fattend with Content:
Enjoy'd the Dregs of Life, and liv'd to see
A long-descending healthful Progeny.
The Men were fashion'd in a larger Mould ;
The Women fit for Labour, Big and Bold,
Gygantick Hinds, as soon as Work was done,
To their huge Pots of boiling Pulse wou'd run:
Fell too, with eager Joy, on homely Food;
And their large Veins beat Arong with wholsome Blood.
Of old, two Acres were a bounteous Lot,
Now, scarce they serve to make a Garden-Plott.
From hence the greatest part of Ills descend,
When Luft of getting more will have no end:
That, stil, our weaker Passions does command,
puts the Sword and Poison in our Hand. Who covets Riches, cannot brook delay, But spurs, and bears down all that stops his way:
fancy under Romulus and Ta-vercome by 'em. He dyed a tins the Sabine, his Copartner, very little Death (as 'tis the admitted for the sake of the Fate of fome Heroes) being Fair Ladies he brought along Martyr'd by the Fall of a Tile
from a House. 20 Pyrrhus King of the E 21 Wars against the Carpirots, a formidable Enemy tothaginians. the Romans, though at laš o
Nor Law, nor checks of Conscience will be hear,
When in hot scent of Gain, and full Career.
But hark, how ancient 22 Marsus did advise ;
My Sons, let these small Cots and Hills fuffice a
Let us the Harvest of our Labour eat;
'Tis Labour makes the coarselt Diet sweet :
Thus much to the kind Rural Gods we owe,
Who pity'd fuff'ring Mortals long ago ;
When on harsh 23 Acorns hungrily they fed,
And gave 'em nicer Palates, better Bread.
The Country Peasant meditates no harm,
When clad with Skins of Beasts to keep him warmi.
In Winter-W.cather, unconcern'd he goes
Almost Knee-deep through Mire, in clamsey Shoes : ; Vice dwells in Palaces, is richly drest,
There glows in Scarlet, and the Tyrian Vest.
The wiser Ancients these Instructions gave :
But now a Coverous old Crafty Knave,
At dead of Night shall rowze his Son, and cry,.
Turn out, you Rogue, how like a Beast you
Go, buckle to the Law; is this an Hour
To stretch your Limbs ? You'll ne'er be Chancellor i
Or else your self to Lalius recommend,
To such broad Shoulders 24 Lelius is a friend :-
Fight under him, there's Plunder to be had;
A Captain is a very gainful Trade:
And when in Service your best Days are (peat,
In time you may Command a Regiment.
But if the Trumpet's Clangour you abhor,
And dare not be an Alderman of War ;
22 Marsus, a thrifty Hus 23 Mankind fed on Acorns bandman, from whom the 'rill Ceres the Goddess of Corni Marfi were so call'd, a labori- instructed them to sow Grain. ous People, some is Miles di 24 Some General Officer in Aant from Romeo
the Roman Army,
: Take to a Shop, behind a Counter lie,
Cheat half in half; none thrive by. Honesty :
Never reflect upon the sordid Ware
Which you expose; be Gain your only Care.
He that grows Rich by scowring of a Sink,
Gets wherewithal to justify the Stink.
This Sentence, worthy fove himself, Record
As true, and take it on a Poet's Word :
"T' have Money, is a neceffary Task,
" From whence 'tis got the World will never ask,
Taught by their Nurses, little Children get
This Saying, sooner than their Alphabet.
What Care a Father takes to teach his Son,
With ill-tim'd Industry, to be undone !
Lave him to Nature, and you'll quickly find
The tender Cock'ril takes just after Kind:
The forward Youth will without driving go,
And learn t'out-shoot you in your proper Bow,
As much as Ajax his own Sire excelld,
And was the Brawnier Blockhead in the Field,
Let Nature in the Boy but stronger grow,
And all the Father foon it self will show;
When first the Down appears upon
For a small Sum he swears through thick and thin;
At Ceres' Altar vents his Perjury,
And blasts her Holy Image with a Lye:
If a Rich Wife he Marries, in her Bed
She's found, by. Dagger, or by Poison, Dead:
While Merchants make long Voyages by Sea,
To get Estates he cuts a shorter way.
In mighty Mischiefs little Labour lies:
I never Counsellid this, the Father cries.
But still, base Man, he Copy'd this from thee ;
Thine was the prime, original Villany.
For he who covets Gain to such Excess,
Does by dumb Signs himself as much express,