The three tours of Doctor Syntax In search of 1. The picturesque, 2. Of consolation, 3. Of a wife. The text complete. [By William Combe] With four illustrations |
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 | The three tours of Doctor Syntax |  |
—This may be true—but still your breast
Is with the love of gold possest.
Why watch whole nights the fatal card, Or look to dice for your reward?
Why risk your real wealth with those
Whom you know not, and no one knows;
With maggots whom foul fortune's ray
Has rais'd from dunghills into day;
Who would in your misfortune riot, And seek your ruin for their diet?
Pleasure it cannot be, for pains Will mingle with your very gains—
Will hover round the golden store, Which ere the passing moment's o'er,
May, horrid chance! be yours no more.
Is with the love of gold possest.
Why watch whole nights the fatal card, Or look to dice for your reward?
Why risk your real wealth with those
Whom you know not, and no one knows;
With maggots whom foul fortune's ray
Has rais'd from dunghills into day;
Who would in your misfortune riot, And seek your ruin for their diet?
Pleasure it cannot be, for pains Will mingle with your very gains—
Will hover round the golden store, Which ere the passing moment's o'er,
May, horrid chance! be yours no more.
| The three tours of Doctor Syntax | |