But yet what's left for me? What's left, my Frien
Ask that again, and all the reft I spend.

Is not my fortune at my own Command?
Pour Oil; and Pour it with a plenteous Hand
Upon my Sallads, Boy: Shall I be fed
With fodden Nettles, and a fing'd Sow's Head ?
'Tis Holy day; provide me better Cheer;
'Tis Holy-day, and fhall be round the Year.
Shall I my Houfhold Gods and Genius cheat,
To make him rich, who grudges me my Meat P
That he may loll at eafe; and pamper'd high,
When I am laid, may feed on Giblet Pie?
And when his throbbing Luft extends the Vein,
Have wherewithal his Whores to entertain?
Shall I in homefpun Cloth be clad, that he
His Paunch in Triumph may before him fee?

Go Mifer, go; for Lucre fell thy Soul;

Truck Wares for Wares, and trudge from Pole to Pole That Men may fay, when thou art dead and gone, See what a vaft Eftate he left his Son!

How large a Family of Brawny Knaves,

Well fed, and fat as 13 Cappadocian Slaves!

Encréafe thy Wealth, and double all thy Store;

'Tis done: Now double that, and fwell the Score;
To ev'ry Thousand add ten Thousand more.
Then fay, 14 Chryfippus, thou who wou'dit confine
Thy Heap, where I fhall put an end to mine.

13 Well fed and fat as Cappa- | Chryfippus the Stoick invented a docian Slaves: Who were famous, for their Luftiness; and being as we call it, in good Liking. They were fet on a Stall when they were expos'd to Sale, to fhew the good Habit of their Body, and made to play Tricks before the Buyers, to fhew their Activity andStrength

14 Then Jay, Chryfippus, &c.

kind of Argument, consisting of more than three Propofitions; which is call'd Sorites, or a Heap. But as Chryfippus could never bring his Propofitions to a certain ftint; fo neither can a covetous Man bring his craving Defires to any certain Measure of Riches, beyond which he could not wifh for any more.

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