There may (if computation's juft) That doctrine thefe fell'd oaks confute. 110 115 120 'Tis Folly, Pan, that is thy foe. By me his late eftate he won, But he by folly was undone." FABLE XIII. PLUTUS, CUPID, AND TIME. F all the burdens man must bear, OF Time feems moft galling and fevere: "What can one do? I rofe at nine? 'Tis full fix hours before we dine : 125 5 Six Six hours! no earthly thing to do! A pamphlet is before him fpread, To make the minutes fafter run, 10 15 20 25 By chat afflictions lighter grow; Each other's grievances they fhare, And thus their dreadful hours compare. 30 Says Tom, "Since all men must confefs, That Time lies heavy, more or less, Why should it be so hard to get, Till two, a party at Piquet? Play might relieve the lagging morn: 35 VOL. XXXVII. N Does Does not Quadrille amuse the fair, My cafe, fays Will, then must be hard, By want of skill from play debarr'd. 40 Courtiers kill time by various ways; How happy thefe, whofe time ne'er stands! 45 Attendance takes it off their hands. Were it not for this curfed fhower, The Park had wil'd away an hour. At court, without or place or view, It fully anfwers my defign, When I have pick'd up friends to dine; Loitering from room to room I ftray, 50 55 60 65 Here, Here, too, our early mornings pafs, Thus they their wretched life bemoan, Confider, friends, no hour rolls on But fomething of your grief is gone. Were you to schemes of business bred, Did you the paths of learning tread, 70 Your hours, your days, would fly too fast; 75 You'd then regret the minute past. Time's fugitive and light as wind: Walk'd forth one morn to take the air, Cupid o'ertook his ftrutting pace. Each ftar'd upon the ftranger's face, Till recollection fet them right, For each knew th' other but by fight. After fome complimental talk, Time met them, bow'd, and join'd their walk. 90 Their chat on various fubjects ran, But moft, what each had done for man. Plutus affumes a haughty air, Juft like our purfe-proud fellows here. "Let kings, fays he, let cobblers tell, Whofe gifts among mankind excel. N 2 95 Confider Confider courts; what draws their train? That statesman hath the ftrongest hold, By that, in former reigns, 'tis faid, Penurious care corrodes his breast. Without refpect, or love, or friends, 100 105 110 115 "You might, fays Cupid, doubt my parts, My knowledge, too, in human hearts, Should I the power of gold difpute, Which great examples might confute. I know, when nothing elfe prevails, Perfuafive money feldom fails; That beauty, too, (like other wares) Its price, as well as confcience, bears. Then marriage (as of late profeft) Is but a money-jobb at beft. Confent, compliance, may be fold; But love's beyond the price of gold. Smugglers there are, who, by retail, Expofe what they call Love to fale; 120 125 Such |