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The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq

In two volumes. With Decorations. The fourth edition

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The Price of an EQUIPAGE.

Servum si potes, Ole, non habere
Et regem potes, Ole, non habere.
Mart.

I ask'd a friend, amidst the throng,
Whose coach it was that trail'd along:
“The gilded coach there—don't ye mind?
That, with the footmen stuck behind.”
O Sir! says he, what! han't you seen it?
'Tis Damon's coach, and Damon in it.
'Tis odd methinks you have forgot
Your friend, your neighbour, and—what not!
Your old acquaintance Damon!—“True;
But faith his equipage is new.”
“Bless me, said I, where can it end?
What madness has possess'd my friend?
Four powder'd slaves, and those the tallest,
Their stomachs doubtless not the smallest!
Can Damon's revenue maintain
In lace and food, so large a train?

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I know his land—each inch o' ground—
'Tis not a mile to walk it round—
If Damon's whole estate can bear
To keep his lad, and one-horse chair,
I own 'tis past my comprehension.”
Yes, Sir, but Damon has a pension—
Thus does a false ambition rule us,
Thus pomp delude, and folly fool us;
To keep a race of flick'ring knaves,
He grows himself the worst of slaves.