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ODE II.
[If we don't make manure of our money]
Nullus argento color est avaris.
To the Wanstead Lucullus.
If we don't make manure of our money,
And spread it that others may thrive,
'Tis useless as ungather'd honey
Neglected to rot in the hive.
And spread it that others may thrive,
'Tis useless as ungather'd honey
Neglected to rot in the hive.
Fame, trampling on ribbons and garters,
And scoffing at guineas as dross,
Lifts o'er the rich reprobate Chartres,
The poor benefactor of Ross.
And scoffing at guineas as dross,
Lifts o'er the rich reprobate Chartres,
The poor benefactor of Ross.
To govern your mental diseases,
Is boasting a far wider way,
Than if you could double your leases,
And Blenheim to Wanstead convey.
Is boasting a far wider way,
Than if you could double your leases,
And Blenheim to Wanstead convey.
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With dropsical fevers unhealthy,
Our drinking increases our thirst;
E'en such is the fate of the wealthy,
By quenchless cupidity curs'd.
Our drinking increases our thirst;
E'en such is the fate of the wealthy,
By quenchless cupidity curs'd.
The mob on the ninth of November,
Who shout at my Lord and his mace,
Suppose him the happiest member,
Of Fortunes gay liveried race.
Who shout at my Lord and his mace,
Suppose him the happiest member,
Of Fortunes gay liveried race.
Such fancies can never inveigle
Men cast in philosophy's mould;
They, proud as the sun-daring eagle,
Gaze firm and undazzled on gold.
Men cast in philosophy's mould;
They, proud as the sun-daring eagle,
Gaze firm and undazzled on gold.
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