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Too busy to intend a meaner care
Than how t' enrich thyself, and next thine heir ;
Or art thou (as though rich, perhaps thou art)
But poor in knowledge, having none t' impart ;-
Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad,
His sprightly mingled with a shade of fad;
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then
Heard to articulate like other men;
No jefter, and yet lively in discourse,
His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force ;
And his address, if not quite French in ease,
Not English stiff, but frank and forin'd to please ;
Low in the world, because he scorns its arts,
A man of letters, manners, morals, parts;
Unpatroniz'd, and therefore little known,
Wife for himself and his few friends alone
In him thy well-appointed proxy see,
Arin'd for a work too difficult for thee;
Prepar’d by taste, by learning, and true worth,
To form thy fon, to strike his genius forth ;

Beneath

Beneath thy roof, beneath thine eye to prove
The force of discipline when back’d by love;
To double all thy pleasure in thy child,
His mind inform’d, his morals undefild.
Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show
No spots contracted among grooms below,
Nor taint his speech with meannesses, design’d
By footman Tom for witty and refin'd.
There, in his commerce with the liveried herd,
Lurks the contagion chiefly to be fear'd;
For since (so fashion dictates) all who claim
An higher than a mere plebeian fame,
Find it expedient, come what mischief may,
To entertain a thief or two in pay,
(And they that can afford th' expence of more,
Some half a dozen and some half a score)
Great cause occurs to save him from a band
So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand;
A point fecur’d, if once he be supplied
With some fuch: Mentor always at his side,

Are

Are such men rare? perhaps they would abound
Were occupation easier to be found,
Were education, else so sure to fail,
Conducted on a manageable scale,
And schools, that have outliv'd all just esteem,
Exchang’d for the secure domestic scheme.-
But, having found him, be thou duke or earl,
Show thou haft sense enough to prize the pearl,
And, as thou would'st th' advancement of thine heir
In all good faculties beneath his care,
Respect, as is but rational and just,
A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
Despis’d by thee, what more can he expect
From youthful folly, than the fame neglect?
A flat and fatal negative obtains,
That instant, upon all his future pains ;
His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend,
And all the instructions of thy son's best friend
Are a stream choak’d, or trickling to no end.

Doom

.

Doom him not then to solitary meals,
But recollect that he has sense, and feels;
And that, poffeffor of a foul refin’d,
An upright heart and cultivated mind,
His poft not mean, his talents not unknown,
He deems it hard to vegetate alone.
And if admitted at thy board he sit,
Account him no just mark for idle wit;
Offend not him, whom modesty restrains
From rapartee,

with jokes that he disdains,
Much less transfix his feelings with an oath,
Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth.
And, trust me, his utility may reach
To more than he is hir'd or bound to teach,
Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone,
Through rev’rence of the cenfor of thy fon.

But if thy table be indeed unclean, Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene,

And thou a wretch, whom, following her old plan,
The world accounts an honourable man,
Because forsooth thy courage has been tried
And stood the test, perhaps on the wrong side,
Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove
That any thing but vice could win thy love ;-
Or haft thou a polite, card-playing wife,
Chain’d to the routs that she frequents, for life,
Who, just when industry begins to fnore,
Flies, wing’d with joy, to some coach-crowded door,
And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own
With half the chariots and fedans in town,
Thyself meanwhile e'en shifting as thou may’ít,
Not

very sober though, nor very chaste ;-
Or is thine house, though less fuperb thy rank,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank,
And thou at best, and in thy sob’rest mood,
A trifer vain, and empty of all good ;-
Though mercy for thyself thou can'ít have none,
Hear nature plead, show mercy to thy son,

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