26 You praise low-living, but you live at large.
27 Perhaps you scarce believe the rules you teach,
28 Or find it hard to practise what you preach.
29 Scarce have you paid one idle journey down,
30 But, without business, you're again in town. [Page 172]
31 If none invite you, sir, abroad to roam,
32 Then — Lord, what pleasure 'tis to read at home;
33 And sip your two half-pints, with great delight,
34 Of beer at noon, and muddled port at night.
* The seat of John Pitt, esq. in Dorsetshire. Encombe, John comes thundering at the door,
36 With "Sir, my master begs you to come o'er,
37 "To pass these tedious hours, these winter nights,
38 "Not that he dreads invasions, rogues, or sprites."
39 Strait for your two best wigs aloud you call,
40 This stiff in buckle, that not curl'd at all,
41 "And where, you rascal, are the spurs,"you cry;
42 "And O! what blockhead laid the buskins by?"
43 On your old batter'd mare you'll needs be gone,
44 (No matter whether on four legs or none)
45 Splash, plunge, and stumble, as you scour the heath;
46 All swear at Morden 'tis on life or death:
47 Wildly thro' Wareham streets you scamper on,
48 Raise all the dogs and voters in the town;
49 Then fly for six long dirty miles as bad,
50 That Corfe and Kingston gentry think you mad.
51 And all this furious riding is to prove
52 Your high respect, it seems, and eager love:
53 And yet, that mighty honour to obtain,
54 Banks, Shaftesbury, Doddington may send in vain.
55 Before you go, we curse the noise you make,
56 And bless the moment that you turn your back.
57 As for myself, I own it to your face,
58 I love good eating, and I take my glass:
59 But sure 'tis strange, dear sir, that this should be
60 In you amusement, but a fault in me. [Page 173]
61 All this is bare refining on a name,
62 To make a difference where the fault's the same.
63 My father sold me to your service here,
64 For this fine livery, and four pounds a year.
65 A livery you should wear as well as I,
66 And this I'll prove — but lay your cudgel by.
67 You serve your passions — Thus, without a jest,
68 Both are but fellow-servants at the best.
69 Yourself, good Sir, are play'd by your desires,
70 A mere tall puppet dancing on the wires.