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* Sodom was less deform'd with vice,

Here laughing fies behind the scene, " Lewdness of all kinds, cards and dice."

Dances her puppets here unseen, Frank blush'd (which, by the way, was more

And turns her whimsical machine. Than ever he had done before);

Powel, with all his wire and wit, And own'd it was a wretched place,

To her great genius must submit: Unfit for any child of grace.

Exact at twelve the goddess shows. The good old auni o'erjoyed to see

And fame aloud her trumpet blows; These glimmerings of fanclity;

Harangues the mob with shams and lies My dear," said she, “ this purse is yours, And bids their adions fall, or rise. " It cost me many painful hours;

Old Chaos here his throne regains; " Take it, improve it, and become

And here in odd confusion reigns; " By art and industry a plumb.

All order, all distinction lost, " But leave, for shame, this impious street, Now high, now low, the fools are tot. " All over mark'd with cloven feet;

Here lucky coxcombs vainly rear " In our more holy quarter live,

Their giddy heads, there in despair " Where both your soul and stock may thrive; Sits humbled pride, with downcast look, " Where righteous citizens repair,

Bankrupts restor'd, and misers broke, " And heaven and earth the godly share,

Strange figures here our eyes invade, " Gain this by jobbing, that by prayer.

And the whole world in masquerade ; " At Jonathan's go smoke a pipe,

A carman in a hat and feather, Look very serious, dine on tripe;

A lord in frieze, his breeches leather : " Get early up, late close your eyes,

Tom Whiplash in his coach of Itate, * And leave no stone unturn'd to rise:

Drawn by the tits he drove of late : " Then each good day at Salter's-Hall

A colonel of the bold train-bands, 6" Pray for a blefling upon all.”

Selling his equipage and lands. Lowly the ravith'd Franky bows,

Hard by a cobler bidding fair, While joy fat smiling on his brows;

For the gold chain and next lord mayor: And without scruple, in a trice,

A butcher blustering in the crowd, He took her money and advice.

Of his late purchas'd 'fcutcheon proud, Not an extravagant young heir,

Retains his cleaver for his crest, Belet with duns, and in despair,

His motto too beneath the rest, When joyful tidings reach his ear,

“ Virtue and merit is a jest." And dad retires by heaven's commands,

I'wo toasts with all their trinkets gone, To leave his chink to better hands;

Padding the streets for half a-crown: Not wandering sailors almost lost,

A daggled countess and her maid, When they behold the wish'd-for coast;

Her house-rent and her Naves unpaid, Not culprit when the knot is plac'd,

A tailor's wife in rich brocade. And kind reprive arrives in haste;

All sects, all parties, high and low, E'er felt a joy in such excess,

At furtune's shrine devoutly bow; As Frank reliev'd from this distress.

Nought can their ardent zeal restrain, A thousand antic trics he play'd,

Where each man's godliness is gain. The purse he kiss’d, swore, curs’d and pray'd; From taverns, meeting-houses, stews, Coursed the pieces o'er and o'er,

Atheists and Quakers, bawds and Jews, And hugg'a his unexpected store;

Statesmen and fidlers, beaux and porters, Built Itately castles in the air,

Blue aprons here, and there blue garters. Supp'd with the great, enjoy'd the fair ;

As human race of old began Pick'd out his cicle and his place,

From stones and clods, transform'd to man, A'as scarce contented with your Grace.

So from each dunghill, strange surprise! Strange vifions working in his head,

In troops the recent gentry rise, Frantic, half mad, he strolls to bed;

Of mushroom growth, they wildly stare, Fleeps little; if he fleeps, he dreams

And ape the great with awkward air : of sceptres, and of diadems.

So Pinkethman upon the stage, Fortune,” said he, “ shall now no more

Mounting his ass in warlike rage, Trick and deceive me as of yore :

With simpering Dicky for his page, This paffport thall admittance gain,

In Lee's mad rant, with monkey face, In spight of all the jilt's disdain :

Burlesques the prince of Ammon's race. 'Tis this the tyrant's pride disarms,

Industrious Frank, among the rest, And brings her blushing to my arms;

Bought, sold, and cavil'd, bawld and press'd; This golden bough my with shall speed, Lodg'd in a garret on the spot, And to th' Elysian fields shall lead.”

Follow'd instructions to a jot, he morn scarce peep'd, but up he rose,

The praying part alone forgot. patient huddled on his clothes ;

Learnt every dealing term of art, Lil'd the next coach, gave double pay,

And all th' ingenious cant by heart; ed to 'Change-Alley whirld away,

Nor doubted but he soon should find Es here dame Fortune every day

Danię Fortune complaisant and kind. ens her boorb, and lows her play;






After her oft he call'd aloud,

Refless his freedom to regain, But still the vanilh'd in the crowd;

He bites the wire, and climbs in vain. Now with smooth looks and tempting smiles The wretched captive thus distress'd, The faithlefs hypocrite beguiles;

His busy thoughts allow no reft: Then with a cool and scoroful air,

Fond on cach project to depend, Bids the deluded wretch despair ;

Kind hope his only faithful friend ; Takes pet without the least pretence,

Odd whimfies floating in his brain, And wonders at his insolence.

He plots, contrives, but all in vain, Thus with her fickle humours vex'd,

Approves, rejects, and thinks again. And between hopes and fears perplex'd ;

A: when the shipwreck'd wretch is tost His patience quite worn out at last

From wave to wave, and almost loft, Resolves to throw one desperate cast.

Beat by the billows from the shore, * Tis vain," said he,“ to whine and woo, Returns half drown'd, and hugs once more & Tis one brisk stroke the work muft do.

The friendly plank he grasp'd before : # Fortune is like a widow won,

So Frank, when all expedients fail, ke And truckles to the bold alone ;

To save his carcase from a gaol, I'll push at once and venture all,

Eat up with vermin and with care, # At least I shall with honour fall."

And almost sinking in despair, But, curse upon the treacherous jade,

Resolves once more to make his court
Who thus his services repaid;

To his old aunt, his last resort :
When now he thought the world his own, Takes pen in hand, now writes, now tears,
He bought a bear, and was undone.

Then blots his paper with his tears,

Ransacks his troubled soul, to raise

Each tender fentiment and phrase;

And every lame excufe supplies As here is something in a face,

With artful colouring and disguise ; An air, and a peculiar grace,

Kind to himfelf, lays all the blame Which boldest painters cannot trace;

On Fortune, that capricious dame : That more than features, shape, or hair,

In short informs her all was loft, Diftinguishes the happy fair ;

And sends it by the penny-post. Strikes every eye, and makes her known

Soon as the ancient nymph had read A ruling toast through all the town:

The fatal scroll, she took her bed, So in each action 'tis success

Cold pallies feize her trembling head; That gives it all its comeliness;

She groans, the fighs, she fobs, the smears Guards it from censure and from blame,

Her spectacles and beard with tears; Brightens and burnishes our famie.

Her nose that wont to sympathise For what is virtue, courage, wit,

With all th' o'erflowings of her eyes, In all men, but a lucky hit?

Adown in pearly drops distils, But, vice versa, where this fails,

Th' united stream each charm fills. The wiselt conduct nought avails ;

Geneva now, nor Nants will do, The man of merit foon shall find

Her toothless gums their hold let go; The world to prosperous knaves inclin'd, And on the ground, O fatal ftroke! Himfelf the lait of all mankind.

The short coæval pipe is broke: Too true poor Frank this thesis found,

With vapours chok'd, entranc'd she lies, Bankrupt, despoil'd, and run aground,

Belches, and prays, and fếts, and dies, lo durance vile detain'd and lot,

But sleep, that kind restorative, And all his mighty proje&s croft:

Recall's her soul, and bid her live; With grief and shame at once opprest,

With cooler thoughts the case me weigh'd, Tears swell his eyes, and fighs his breast;

And brought her reason to her aid. A poor, forlorn, abandon'd rake,

Away she hobbles, and with speed Where shall he turn? what measures take? Resolves to see the captive freed; Betray'd, deceiv'd, and ruin'd quite,

Wipe off this stain and foul disgrace, By his own greedy appetite;

And vindicate her ancient race. He monrns his fatal luit of pelf,

With her a sage director comes, And curses Fortune and himself :

More weighty than a brace of plumbs, In limbo pent, would fain get free,

A good me in the city cant, Importunate for liberty.

Where cash, not morals, makes the saint. So when the watchful hungry mouse,

T' improve a genius so polite, At midnight prowling round the house.

The clumsy thing was dubb'd a knight : Winds in a corner toalled cheeie,

Fortune's chief confident and friend, Glad the luxurious prey to seize;

Grown fat by many a dividend; With whiskers curl'd, and round black eyes, And still her favour he retains, He meditates the luscious prize,

By want of mcrit and of brains ; Till caught, trepann'd, lanients too late

On her top spoke fublime he fits, The rigorous decrees of fate :

The jest and theme of Incering wits :


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For fools in fortune's pillory plac'd

“ Fat Plenty dwells on those rich shores, Are mounted to be more disgrac'd.

" Abundance opens all her stores; This rich old Hunks, as Woodcock wise,

“ Ingots and pearls for beads are sold, Was cali'd the younker to advise :

“ And rivers glide on sands of gold; “ Young man,” said he,“ refrain from tears, “ Profit and Pleasure hand in hand, “ While joyful tidings bless chine cars;

“ Smile on the fields, and bless the land; * Up and be doing, boy, and cry

“ The swains unlabour'd harvells reap, “ To conquer fate by industry;

“ Fountains run wine, and whores are cheap " For know that all of mortal race,

“ Fortune is always true and kind, " Are born to losses and disgrace :

“ Nor veers, as here, with every wind; " Ev’n I broke twice, 1, heretofore

“ Not, as in these penurious illes, * A tailor despicably poor,

“ Retails her blessings and her smiles ; " In every hole for shelter crept,

“ But deals by wholesale with her friends, “ On the same bulk, botch’d, lous'd, and Dept, “ And gluts them with her dividends. " With scarce one penny to prepare

“ Then haste, fet fail, the ship's unmoorid, A friendly halter in despair ;

« And waits to take thee now on board." My credit like my garment torn,

The youth o'erjoy'd this project hears, " Threadbare, and ragged, over-worn :

From his flock-bed his head he rears, “ But soon 1 pacch'd it up again,

And waters all his rags with tears. « These busy hands, this working brain,

In short, he took his friend's advice, " Ne'er ceas'd from labour, pain, and sweat, Pack'd up his baggage in a trice; “ Till fortune 1mil'd, and I was great.

Dancing for joy, on board he fiew, " Now at each pompous city fealt,

With all Potofi in his view. " Who but Sir Tristram ? Every guest " Respectful bows. In each debate,

CANTO IV. My nod must give the sentence weight : “ On me prime ministers attend,

Behold the youth jut now set free " And Aislabie 's my friend :

On land, immur'd again at sea ; " In embryo each bold project lies,

Stow'd with his cargo in the hold, " Till my consenting purse supplies.

In quest of other worlds for gold. * This hand-nay do not think me vain,

He who fo late regal'd at case, " Soften'd the Swede, and humbled Spain. On olios, soups, and fricassees; # To me the fair, whom all adore,

Drank with the witty and the gay, " Address their prayers, and own my power ; Sparkling Champaign, and rich Tokay; " When the poor toast by break of day

Now breaks his fast with Suffolk cheese, Has punted all her

And bursts at noon with pork and peale ; “ Undress'd, and in her native charms,

Instead of wine, content to sip, " She Aits to these indulgent arms;

With noisy tars, their nauseous flip: * She curls each dumple in her face

Cheir breath with chew'd mundungus sweet, " To win the good Sir Triltram's grace ; Their jelts more fulsome than their meat. " Offers her brilliants with a smile,

While chunder rolls, and storms arise, " That mighe an achoret beguile;

He snoring in his hammock lies; " And when my potent aid is lent,

In golden dreanis enjoys the night, Away the dear-one wheels content.

And counts his bags with vast delight. He chat can money get, my boy,

Mountains of gold ered his throne, " Shall every other good enjoy ;

Each precious geon is now his own; “ Be rich, and every boon receive,

Kind Jove descends in golden fleet, " That man can with, or Heaven can give. Pactolus murmurs at his feet; * Now to the means, dear youth, attend,

The sea gives up its hoarded store, “ By which thy forrows toon shall end :

Poffefling al: he covets more. Thy good old aunt resolves to bail

O gold! attractive gold! in vain “ Her hopeful godlou out of gaol;

Honour and conscience would restrain “ But what is freedom to the poor?

Thy boundless universal reign. " The man who beg, from door to door

To thee each stubborn virtue bends, " Is free; in lazy wretchedness

The man oblig'd betrays his friends; “ He lives, till Heaven his fubstance bless; The pa'not quits his country's cause, * But, having learnt to cog and chouse,

And tells her liberty and laws; " To cut a purse, or break a house,

The piou, prude's no longer nice, “ Then foon he mends his own apparel,

And ev'n lawn fleeves can fatter vice. “ Eats boil'd and roaft, and taps his barrel; Ac thy tno absolute coinmand, “ Drinks double bub, with all his might,

Thy zealocs ransack fea and land: " And hugs his doxy every night :

Wiere'er thy beams chy power display, Thy fprightly genius ne'er ball lic

The fwarming infects halte away, Depress' by want and penury;

To balk in thy refulgent ray. Go, with a profperous merry gale,

Now the bold crew with prosperous wind, « To the South Scas adventurous fail;

Leave the retreating land behind;

Id away,

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Fearless they quit their native shore,

Divere their course, return again, Albion's cliffs are seen no more.

And climb the steep from whence they came. Then on the wide Atlantic borne,

Unbleft with his ill-gotten store, Their rigging and their tackle torn;

Th'insatiate youth ftill craves for more; Danger in various shapes appears,

To counsel deaf, t' examples blind, Sudden alarms, and shivering fears.

Scrapes up whatever he can find.
Here, might some copious bard dilate

Now master of a vessel grown,
And show fierce Neptune drawn in state; With all the glittering freight his owa,
While guards of Triton's clear his way,

To Fortune still he makes his court,
And Nereids round his chariot play;

And coasts along from port to port. Then bid the stormy Boreas rise,

Each rolling tide brings fresh supplies, And forky lightning cleave the skies;

And heaps on heaps delight his eyes. The ship nigh foundering in the deep,

Through Panama's delicious bay, Or bounding o'er the ridgy steep:

The loaded vessel ploughs her way; Describe the monsters of the main,

With the rich freight oppress'd she sails, The Phocæ, and their fiony train,

And summons all the friendly gales, Tornados, hurricanes, and rain.

Frank on her deck triumphant food, Spouts, shoals, and rocks of dreadful Gize,

And view'd the calm transparent flood; and pirates lurking for their prize;

Let book-learn'd fots, said he, adore Amazing miracles rehearse,

Th' aspiring hills that grace thy shore; And turn all Dampier into verse.

Thy verdant illes, the groves that bow My negligent and humble muse

Their nodding heads, and shade thy brow; Leís ambitious aims pursues;

Thy face serene, thy gentle breat. Content with more familiar phrase,

Where fyrens fing, and halcyons rest; Nor deals in such embroider'd lays;

Propitious flood! on me bestow Pleas'd if my rhyme just measure keeps,

The treasures of thy depths below; And stretch'd at ease my reader fleeps.

Which long in thy dark womb have slept, Hibernian matrons thus of old,

From age to age feçurely kept. Their foporific stories told;

Scarce had he spoke, when, Itrange surprise! To Deep in vain the patient strove,

Th’ indignant waves in mountains rise, Perplex'd with business, cross'd in love ;

And hurricanes invade the skies; Till soothing tales becalm'd his breast,

The ship against the shoals was struck, And lull'd his troubled soul to reft.

And in a thousand pieces broke; Suffice it only to recite,

But one poor trusty plank, to save They drank all day, they snor'd all night :

its owner from the watery grave; And, after many moons were past,

On this he mounts, is cast on shore, They made the wish'J-for shores at last.

Half dead, a bankrupt as before : Frank, with his cargo in his hand,

Spiritless, fainting, and alone, Leap'd joyful on the golden strand;

On the bare beach he makes his moan. Open'd bis toy-shop in the port,

Then climbs the ragged rock, t explore Trinkets of various size and fort;

If aught was driving to the shore, Bracelets and combs, bodkins and tweezers, The poor remains of all his flore: Bath-metal rings, and knives, and scisfars; With greedy diligence prepar'd. And in one lucky day got more

To save whate'er the waves had spar'd. Than Bubble-boy in half a score :

But, oh! the wretch expects in vain For Fortune now, no longer coy,

Compassion from the furious main; Smild on her darling favourite boy;

Men, goods, are funk. Mad with despair No longer from his arms retir'd,

He beat his breast, he tore his hair : But gave him all his heart defir'd,

Then leaning o'er the craggy steep, Ah! thoughtless youth! in time beware, Look'd down into the boiling deep; And thun the treacherous harlot's snare;

Almoft resolv'd to cast himself,
The wiser savages behold,

And perish with his dear, dear pelf.
Who truck not liberty for gold;
Proof against all her subtle wiles,

Regardless of her frowns or (miles;
If frugal Nature want supplies,

If Heaven the thriving trader bless,
The lance or dart unerring flies:

What fawning crowds about him press! The mountain boar their prey descends,

But, if he fail, distress'd and poor, Or the sat kid regales their friends ;

His mob of friends are feen no more; The jocund tribe, from sun to sun,

For all men hold it meet to fly Fraft on the prize their valour won.

Th' infectious breath of poverty, Ciale, babbling muse, thy vain advice,

Poor Frank, deserted and forlorn, Tis thrown away on avarice :

Curses the day that he was born : Bid hungry lions quit their prey,

Each treacherous crony hides his face, Or Ireams chat down the mountains stray Or tarts whene'er he haunts the place.

His wealth thus loft, with that his friends, Ev'o such is human life, said he,
On Fortune still the youth depends :

A night of dread and misery,
One smile, said he, can soon restore

Till heaven relents, relieves our pain, A bankrupt wretch, and give him more;

And fun-fhine days return again. She will not, sure, refuse her aid ?

O Fortune! who dost now bestow, Fallacious hope for the false jade

Frowning, this bitter cup of woe, That very day took wing, was flown,

Do not thy faithful Nave destroy, And on her wonted journey gone

But give th' alternative of joy. (Intent her costly goods to sell)

Then many a painful step he cakes, From Panama to Portobel :

O’er hills and vales, through woods and brakes Five hundred mules her baggage bear,

No sturdy desperate buccaneer And groan beneath the precious ware,

E'er suffer'd hardships more severe, The goddess rides sublime in air ;

Stubborn, incorrigibly blind, And hence conveys a fresh supply,

No dangers can divert his mind; Por pride, debate, and luxury.

His tedious journey he pursues, Frank, when he heard th' unwelcome news, At last his eye transported views Like a staunch hound the chase pursues,

Fair Portobel, whose rising spires Takes the same rout, doubles his speed,

Inflame his heart with new desires. Nor doubts her help in time of need.

Secure of Fortune's grace, he smiles, O'er the wide walte, through pathless ways, And flattering hope the wretch beguiles, The solitary pilgrim strays;

Though nature calls for llcep and food, Now on the swampy desart plain,

Yet stronger avarice subdued; Through brakes of mangroves works with pain ; Ev'n shameful nakedness and pain, Then climbs the hills with many a groan,

And thirtt and hunger, plead in vain : And melts beneath the torrid zone.

No rest he gives his weary feet, With berries and green plantains fed,

Fortune he Teeks from street to ftreet ; On the parch'd earth he leans his head;

Careful in every corner pries, Fainting with thirst, to heaven he cries,

Now here, now there, impatient Aies, But finds no stream but from his eyes.

Wherever busy crowds resort, Ah, wretch! thy vain laments for bear,

The change, the market, and the port; And for a worse extreme prepare;

In vain he turns his eye-balls round, Sudden the lowering storms arise,

Fortune was no where to be found; The bursting thunder rends the skies,

The jilt, not many hours before, Alant the rudúy lightning flies;

With the Plate-fleet had left the shore Darts through the gloom a transient ray,

Laughs at the credulous fool behind, And gives a short, but dreadful day:

And joyful scuds before the wind. With pealing rain the woods resound,

Poor Frank forsaken on the coast, Convullions shake the solid ground.

All his frnd hopes at once are lost. Benumb'd with cold, but more with fear,

Aghalt the swelling fails he views, Strange phantoms to his mind appear,

And with his eye the fleet pursues, The wolves around him howl for food,

Till, lessen'd to his wcaried light, The ravenous tigers hunt for blood,

It leaves him to despair and night. And canibals more fierce than they

So when the faithless Theseus fled (Monsters who make mankind their prey) The Cretan nymph's deserted bed, Riot and fealt on human gore,

Awak’d, at distance on the main, And, still insatiate, thirsts for more.

She vicw'd the prosperous perjur'd swain, Half dead at every noile he hears,

And call'd th' avenging gods in vain. His fancy multiplies his fears ;

Proftrate on earth till break of day, Whate'er he read or heard of old,

Senseless and motionless he lay, Whate'cr his nurse or Crusoe cold,

Till tears at last find out their way; Each tragic scene his eyes bchold :

Gush like a torrent from his eyes,
Things past as present fear applies.

In bitterness of foul he cries,
Their pains he bears, their deaths he dies. “ O Fortune: now too la'e I see,
At length the sun began to peep,

“ Too late, alas! thy treachery. And gild the surface of the deep,

" Wretch that I am, abandon'd, lot, Then on the reeking moisture fed,

" About the world at random tost, The scatter'd clouds before him fled,

" Whither, oh, whither thall I run ? The rivers shrunk into their bed :

“ Sore pinch'd with hunger, and undone. Nature revives; the feather'd throng

“ In the dark mines go hide thy head Salute the morning with a song.

“ Accurs'd, exchange thy sweat for bread, Frank with his fellow-brutes arose,

“ Sculk under ground, in earth's dark womb Yet dreaming ftill he saw his foes,

« Go, llave, and dig thyself a comb: Reels to and fro, laments and grieves,

• There's gold enough; pernicious gold! And farting, doubis if yet he lives.

“ To which long since thy peace was fold; Ac lad his spirits mend their pace,

“ Vain helpless idol! canst thou save And hope fat dawning on his fac.;

“ This hasier'd carcase from the grave!

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