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The Sense to value Riches, with the Art
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart,
Not meanly, nor ambitiously persu'd,
Not sunk by sloth, nor rais'd by servitude;
To balance Fortune by a just expence,
Joyn with Oeconomy, Magnificence;
With Splendor Charity, with Plenty Health;
Oh teach us, Bathurst yet unspoil'd by wealth!
That secret rare, between th' extremes to move
Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart,
Not meanly, nor ambitiously persu'd,
Not sunk by sloth, nor rais'd by servitude;
To balance Fortune by a just expence,
Joyn with Oeconomy, Magnificence;
With Splendor Charity, with Plenty Health;
Oh teach us, Bathurst yet unspoil'd by wealth!
That secret rare, between th' extremes to move
Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.
To want or worth, well-weigh'd, be bounty given,
And ease, or emulate, the care of Heaven.
Whose measure full, o'erflows on human race,
Mends Fortune's fault, and justifies her grace.
Wealth in the gross is Death, but Life diffus'd;
As Poyson heals, in just proportion us'd:
In heaps, like Ambergrise, a stink it lies,
But well dispers'd, is Incense to the skies.
And ease, or emulate, the care of Heaven.
Whose measure full, o'erflows on human race,
Mends Fortune's fault, and justifies her grace.
Wealth in the gross is Death, but Life diffus'd;
As Poyson heals, in just proportion us'd:
In heaps, like Ambergrise, a stink it lies,
But well dispers'd, is Incense to the skies.
Who starves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats?
The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that cheats.
Is there a Lord, who knows a chearful noon
Without a Fidler, Flatt'rer, or Buffoon?
The wretch that trusts them, and the rogue that cheats.
Is there a Lord, who knows a chearful noon
Without a Fidler, Flatt'rer, or Buffoon?
Whose
