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“ My Lord and he are grown so great,
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd,
And there in sweet oblivion drown!
140 Here no man prates of idle things, How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, Or what's in either of the houses : But something much more our concern,
145 And quite a scandal not to learn : Which is the happier, or the wiser, A man of merit, or a miser ? Whether we ought to chuse our friends, For their own worth, or our own ends?
150 What good, or better, we may call, And what, the very
best of all ? -
Receiv'd a town mouse at his board,
165 Pudding, that might have pleas'd a Dean ; Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make, But wish'd it Stilton for his sake; Yet, to his guest, tho' no way sparing, He eat himself the rind and paring.
170 Our courtier scarce could touch a bit, But show'd his breeding and his wit : He did his best to seem to eat, And cry'd, “ I vow you're mighty neat. “ But Lord, my friend, this savage scene ! 175 “ For God's sake, come, and live with men : 6 Consider, mice, like men, must die, “ Both small and great, both you and I: “ Then spend your life in joy and sport, “ (This doctrine, friend, I learnt at court.)” 18a
The veriest hermit in the nation
185 When all their Lordships had sat late.)
Behold the place, where if a poet Shin'd in description, he might shew it; Tell how the moon-beam trembling falls, And tips with silver all the walls ;
190 Palladian walls, Venetian doors, Grotesco roofs, and stucco floors : But let it (in a word) be said, The moon was up, and men a-bed, The napkins white, the carpet red;
195 The guests withdrawn had left the treat, And down the mice sate, tête à tête.
Our courtier walks from dish to dish, Tastes for his friend of fowl and fish; Tells all their names, lays down the law, " Que ça est bon! Ah gouter ça! “ That jelly's rich, this malmsey healing, « Pray, dip your whiskers and your tail in.” Was ever such a happy swain ?.. He stuffs and swills, and stuffs again.
205 “ I'm quite ashamed 'tis mighty rude • To eat so much--but all's so good. * I have a thousand thanks to give-“ My Lord alone knows how to live." No sooner said, but from the hall Rush chaplain, butler, dogs and all : “ A rat! a rat! clap to the door". The cat comes bouncing on the floor.