Happy that man wha has thrawn up a main, Which makes fome hundred thousands a' his ain, And comes to anchor on so firm a rock, Britannia's credit, and the South Sea stock: Ilk blythsome pleasure waits upon his nod, And his dependants eye him like a god: Clofs may he bend champain frae e'en to morn, And look on cells of tippony with scorn : Thrice lucky pimps, or fmug-fac'd wanton fair, That can in a' his wealth and pleasure skair : Like Jove he fits, like Jove, high heav'n's goodman, While the inferior gods about him stand, 'Till he permits, with condefcending grace, That ilka ane in order take their place : Thus with attentive look mensfou they fit, 'Till he fpeak first, and fhaw fome fhining wit; Syne circling wheels the flattering gaffaw, As well they may, he gars their beards wag a'*. Imperial gowd! what is 't thou canna grant ? Poffeft of thee, what is 't a man needs want? Commanding coin! there's nothing hard to thee; I canna guess how rich fowk come to die. Unhappy *Feafts them at his own proper coft: hence the proverbs "Tis fair in ha' where beards wag a'." Unhappy wretch! link'd to the threed-bare nine, The dazzling equipage can ne'er be thine: Deftin'd to toil thro' labyrinths of verse, Dar'ft fpeak of great stock-jobbing as a farce. Poor thoughtless mortal! vain of airy dreams, The flying horse, and bright Apollo's beams, And Helicon's werfh well thou ca's divine, Are naithing like a mistress, coach, and wine. Wad fome good patron, whase superior skill In epic strain I'd pay him to a hair; * The fox in_the fable, that defpifed the plumbs he could not reach, is well known :-one hundred thousand pounds being called a plumb, makes this a right pun; and fome puns deserve not to be claffed among low wit, though the generality of them do. THE RISE AND FALL OF STOCKS IN 1720: AN EPISTLE TO LORD RAMSAY. MY LORD, WITHOUTTEN preface or preamble, Allow me then to make a comment : And, * An oak tree which grows on the fide of a fine spring, nigh the caftle of Dalhoufie; very much obferved by the country people, who give out, that before any of the family died, a branch fell from the Edgewell tree. The old tree, some few years ago, fell altogether; but another sprung from the fame root, which is now tall and flourishing; and lang be it fae. And, with your leave, I needna stickle Since poortith o'er ilk head does hover Lang guilty of the highest treason As little bairns frae winnocks hy Impos'd on by lang-nebit jugglers, The *The northmoft house in Scotland. The covetous infatuation Was fmittle out o'er all the nation Clergy, and lawyers, and physicians, Less browden ftill on cash than verse; He looks just like Jock Blunt himsel †. Some lords and lairds fell'd riggs and castles, And play'd them aff with tricky rascals, Thus * Vide Dick Francklin's epiftle. †This is commonly faid of a perfon who is out of countenance at a difappointment. |