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He thanks you not, his Pride is in Picquette,
What made (say, Montagne, or more sage Charron!)
Know, God and Nature only are the same :
In vain the fage, with retrospective eye,
Triumphant leaders at an army's head,
Not always Actions Ihew the man : we find
But grant that actions best discover man;
Ak why from Britain Cæsar made retreat ?
The mighty Czar would tell you he was drunk. Altered as above, because Cæfar wrote his Commenta. ries of this war, and does not tell you he was beat. As Cæfar too afforded an instance of both cases, it was thought better to make him the Gngle example.
Why risk the World's great empire for a Punk?
'Tis from high Life high characters are drawn ; 135
'Tis Education forms the common mind, Just as the twig is berit, the tree's inclin'd. Boastful and rough, your first son is a 'Squire ; The next a Tradesman, meek, and much a lyar; Tom struts a Soldier, open, bold and brave; Will sneaks a Scrivener, an exceeding knave : Is he a Churchman? then he's fond of power : 155 A Quaker? fly: A Presbyterian ? sower : A smart Free-thinker? all things in an hour.
Alk mens Opinions : Scoto now shall tell How Trade increases, and the world goes well;
Strike off his Pension, by the setting fun,
160 And Britain, if not Europe, is undone.
That gay Free-thinker, a fine talker once, What turns him now a stupid filent dunce ? Some God, or Spirit, he has lately found; Or chanc'd to meet a Minister that frown'd. 165
Judge we by Nature? Habit can efface, Interest o'ercome, or policy take place : By Actions ? those Uncertainty divides ; By Passions ? these Diflimulation hides : Opinions ? they still take a wider range :
170 Find, if you can, in what you cannot change.
Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes, Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
Search then the Ruling Passion : There, alone, The Wild are constant, and the Cunning known ; '175 The Fool consistent, and the False sincere ; Priests, Princes, Women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found, unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confeft. Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, 180 Whose ruling Passion was the Lust of Praise : Born with whate'er could win it from the Wise, Women and Fools must like him, or he dies : Though wondering Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke. Shall parts so various aim at nothing new? He'll shine a Tully and a Wilmot too. Then turns repentant, and his God adores With the same spirit that he drinks and whores ;
Enough if all around him but admire
190 And now the Punk applaud, and now the Frier. Thus with each gift of nature and of art, And wanting nothing but an honest heart; Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt; And most contemptible, to Thun contempt; 195 His Passion still, to covet general praise; His Life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant Bounty which no friend has made; An Angel Tongue, which no man can perfuade ; A Fool, with more of Wit than half mankind, Too rash for Thought, for Action too refind: A Tyrant to the wife his heart
approves ; A Rebel to the very king he loves ; He dies, fad outcast of each church and state, And, harder still! flagitious, yet not great. 205 Ask you why Wharton broke through every rule ? 'Twas all for fear the Knäves fhould call him Fool.
Nature well known, no prodigies remain,
Yet, in this search, the wiseft may mistake,
That VARIATION. In the former Editions, ver. 208.
Nature well known, no Miracles remain. Altered, as above, for very obvious reasons.