For in these maffacres they find The two chief plagues that waste mankind. It wakes their flumbring fons to war, FABLE eut inc. P.Fourdrinier ut. T FABLE VI. The MISER and PLUTUS. HE wind was high; the window shakes, With fudden start the Miser wakes, Along the filent room he stalks, Looks back and trembles as he walks, Each Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries, In ev'ry creek and corner pries, Then opes the cheft with treasure ftor'd, Had the deep earth her ftores confin'd, Can recompenfe the pangs of vice! O bane of good! feducing cheat! Can man, weak man, thy power defeat? And only left the name behind; Gold fow'd the world with ev'ry ill; Gold taught the murd'rer's fword to kill; 'Twas 'Twas gold inftructed coward hearts. In treach'ry's more pernicious arts: Who can recount the mischiefs o'er? He fpoke, and figh'd. In angry mood The Mifer trembling lock'd his chest, Did I, base wretch, corrupt mankind? Muft I be cenfur'd, curft, accu'sd? Ev'n virtue's self by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the trade, And power (when lodg'd in their poffeffion) Thus Thus when the villain crams his chest, Gold is the canker of the breaft; 'Tis av'rice, infolence, and pride, FABLE |