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Such bargains are an arrant cheat:
Those who true love have ever try'd r (The common cares of life supply'd) 130
No wants endure, no wishes make,
“ Or love, or money, (Time reply'd) Were men the question to decide,
140 Would bear the prize: on both intent, My boon's neglected or mis-spent. 'Tis I who measure vital space, And deal out years to human race. Though little priz'd, and seldom sought, 145 Without me love and gold are nought.' How does the miser time employ? Did I e'er see him life enjoy? By me forsook, the hoards he won Are scatter'd by his lavish son.
150. By me all useful arts are gain’d: Wealth, learning, wisdom, is attain’d. Who then would think (since such my power) That e'er I knew an idle hour? So subtle and so swift I fly,
155 Love's not more fugitive than I. N 3
Who hath not heard coquettes complain
He spoke. The gods no more contest,
THE OWL, THE SWAN, THE COCK, THE SPIDER,
THE ASS, AND THE FARMER.
To a Mother.
Your eyes have spoke the Mother's joys.
5 Nature appears profusely kind.
Trust not to that. Act you your part;
Perhaps (their genius yet unknown)
fons are lost. One day (the tale's by Martial penn'd) A father thus address'd his friend : “ To train my boy, and call forth sense, You know I've stuck at no expence; I've try'd him in the several arts ; (The lad, no doubt, hath latent parts) Yet, trying all, he nothing knows,
25 But, crab-like, rather backward goes. Teach me what yet remains undone; "Tis
your advice shall fix my son.” • Sir, says the friend, I've weigh'd the matter; Excuse me, for I scorn to flatter:
30 Make him (nor think his genius checkt) A herald or an architect.”
Perhaps (as commonly 'tis known) He heard th' advice, and took his own.
The boy wants wit; he's sent to school, 35 Where learning but improves the fool. N 4
The college next must give him parts,
Thus ministers have royal boons
55 Defert and worth of every kind. . Survey the reverend bench, and see Re.igion, learning, piety: The patron, ere he recommends, Sees his own image in his friend's.
60 Is honeity disgrac’d and poor ? What is 't to us what was before?
We all of times corrupt have heard, When paltry minions were preferr’d; When all great offices, by dozens,
65 Were fill'd by brothers, fons, and cousins.
What matter ignorance and pride ?
Consider, Patrons, that such elves
An Owl of magisterial air,
Within a barn, from noise retir’d,
Philosophers of old, he read,