Know, those who violence pursue, Give to themselves the vengeance due; The two chief plagues that waste mankind. It wakes their flumb'ring fons to war; FABLE FABLE VI. The MISER and PLUTUS. THE wind was high, the window shakes, With fudden ftart the Mifer wakes; Along the filent room he ftalks ; Looks back, and trembles as he walks! Then opes the cheft with treasure ftor'd, Had the deep earth her stores confin'd, Can man, weak man, thy power defeat? And only left the name behind; Gold Gold fow'd the world with ev'ry ill; Gold taught the murd'rer's fword to kill: In treach'ry's more pernicious arts. He fpoke, and figh'd. In angry mood, And pow'r (when lodg'd in their poffeffion) Thus, when the villain crams his cheft, But |