Of man's occasions, when in him reside Grace, knowledge, comfort-an unfathom'd store? Has Epictetus, Plato, Tully, preach'd! 540 Men that, if now alive, would sit content And humble learners of a Saviour's worth, Preach it who might. Such was their love of truth, Their thirst of knowledge, and their candour too. 545 And thus it is.-The pastor, either vain 550 With show of love, at least with hopeful proof The weak perhaps are mov'd, but are not taught While prejudice in men of stronger minds Takes deeper root, confirm'd by what they see. Upon the roving and untutor'd heart 570 Soon follows, and, the curb of conscience snapp'd Note their extravagance, and be convinc'd. As nations, ignorant of God, contrive A wooden one: so we, no longer taught Of whom I needs must augur better things, 575 580 Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world A monitor is wood-a plank shaven thin. 585 We wear it at our backs. There, closely brac'd And neatly fitted, it compresses hard The prominent and most unsightly bones, And binds the shoulder flat. We prove its use 590 A form, not now gymnastick as of yore, From rickets, and distortion, else our lot. But thus admonish'd we can walk erect One proof at least of manhood! while the friend Sticks close, a Mentor worthy of his charge. 595 Our habits, costlier than Lucullus wore, And by caprice as multiplied as his, Just please us while the fashion is at full, But change with ev'ry moon. The sycophant, 600 Surveys his fair reversion with keen eye; Finds one ill made, another obsolete, This fits not nicely, that is ill conceiv'd; And, making prize of all that he condemns, Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour. We have run 605 Through e'ry change, that Fancy at the loom 610 And studious of mutation still, discard A real elegance, a little us'd, For monstrous novelty and strange disguise. We sacrifice to dress; till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, Where peace and hospitality might reign. What man that lives, and that knows how to live, Would fail to exhibit at the publick shows 615 A form as splendid as the proudest there, 620 Though appetite raise outcries at the cost? A man o' th' town dines late, but soon enough, T' ensure a side box station at half price. You think, perhaps, so delicate his dress, 625 He picks clean teeth, and busy as he seems 630 635 Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood, and devote old age 640 To sports, which only childhood could excuse. 645 650 May feed excesses she can ill afford, Is hackney'd home unlackey'd; who in haste And, at the watchman's lantern borrowing light, Wives beggar husbands, husbands starve their wives, On Fortune's velvet altar off'ring up Their last poor pittance-Fortune, most severe Of goddesses yet known, and costlier far 655 'Than all that held their routs in Juno's Heav'n. 660 So fare we in this prison-house, the World; And 'tis a fearful spectacle to see So many maniacks dancing in their chains. They gaze upon the links, that hold them fast, With eyes of anguish, execrate their lot, 665 Then shake them in despair, and dance again! Now basket up the family of plagues, That waste our vitals; peculation, sale Of honour, perjury, corruption, frauds By forgery, by subterfuge of law, 670 By tricks and lies as num'rous and as keen Then cast them, closely bundled, ev'ry brat 675 In character, has litter'd all the land, And bred, within the mem'ry of no few, A priesthood, such as Baal's was of old, A people, such as never was till now. That holds mankind together, to a scourge. Of grossest nature and of worse effects, 690 695 700 705 Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke 710 That blush'd at his own praise: and press the youth 715 If e'er it chanc'd, as sometimes chance it must, The limits of control, his gentle eye Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke; 720 His frown was full of terrour, and his voice 725 |