'Tis not enough that he does find Clouds and darkness in their mind; Darkness but half his work will do; 'Tis not enough; he must find quiet too. 5. The man, who, in all wishes he does make, That wise and happy man will never fear Nor tremble, though two comets should appear. Whether he fortunate shall be; Let Mars and Saturn in the heavens conjoin,13 6. If of your pleasures and desires no end be found, Ye strive for more, as if ye lik'd it not. Spare nought that may your wanton fancy please; 13 i.e. Let Malice and Misfortune do their worst. 14 i.e. So God send him a moderate and contented mind. VII. OF AVARICE. HERE are two sorts of avarice: the one is but of a bastard kind, and that is, the rapacious appetite of gain; not for its own sake, but for the pleasure of refunding it immediately through all the channels of pride and luxury: the other is the true kind, and properly so called; which is a restless and unsatiable desire of riches, not for any farther end or use, but only to hoard, and preserve, and perpetually increase them. The covetous man, of the first kind, is like a greedy ostrich, which devours any metal; but it is with an intent to feed upon it, and in effect it makes a shift to digest and excern it. The second is like the foolish chough, which loves to steal money only to hide it. The first does much harm to mankind; and a little good too, to some few: the second does good to none; no, not to himself. The first can make no excuse to God, or angels, or rational men, for his actions: the second can give no reason or colour, not to the devil himself, for what he does; he is a slave to Mammon, without wages. The first makes a shift to be beloved; ay, and envied, too, by some people: the second is the universal object of hatred and contempt. There is no vice has been so pelted with good sentences, and especially by the poets, who have pursued it with stories and fables, and allegories, and allusions; and moved, as we say, every stone to fling at it: among all which, I do not remember a more fine and gentleman-like correction than that which was given it by one line of Ovid: "Desunt luxuriæ multa, avaritiæ omnia." Much is wanting to luxury, all to avarice. To which saying, I have a mind to add one member, and tender it thus; Poverty wants some, luxury many, avarice all things. Somebody says1 of a virtuous and wise man, "that having nothing, he has all:" this is just his antipode, who, having all things, yet has nothing. He is a guardian eunuch to his beloved gold: audivi eos amatores esse maximos, sed nil potesse." lovers, but impotent to enjoy. 66 They are the fondest And, oh, what man's condition can be worse The rich poor man's emphatically poor. I wonder how it comes to pass, that there has never been any law made against him: against him, do I say? I mean, for him: as there are public provisions made for all other mad-men: it is very reasonable that the king should appoint some persons (and I think the courtiers would not be against this proposition) to manage his estate during his life (for his heirs commonly need not 'The author, knowing the taste of his readers, would not disgust their delicacy by letting them know that this somebody was St. Paul (2 Cor vi. 10), though the sense and expression would have done honour to Plato. that care); and out of it to make it their business to see, that he should not want alimony befitting his condition, which he could never get out of his own cruel fingers. We relieve idle vagrants, and counterfeit beggars; but have no care at all of these really poor men, who are (methinks) to be respectfully treated, in regard of their quality. I might be endless against them, but I am almost choaked with the super-abundance of the matter; too much plenty impoverishes me, as it does them.2 I will conclude this odious subject with part of Horace's first satire, which take in his own familiar style:3 ADMIRE, Mæcenas, how it comes to pass, Nor is, nor perhaps will be, with that state 2 This application of his aphorism covers the false wit of the expression, and was intended as an indirect apology for it, though the witticism be not his own, but Ovid's: 66 inopem me copia fecit."-Met. iii. 466. 3 Mr. Cowley has succeeded better in copying this familiar style than most others; but he sometimes mistakes vulgar, or careless, at least, for familiar. Horace's familiarity is that of a perfectly polite and elegant speaker, as well as of an easy, wellbred man. Of instances, if here I add no more; But, hold, ye, whom no fortune e'er endears, Change all your stations strait: why do they stay? By Jove I'd cudgel this rebellious race: But 'tis with a design only to gain What may their age with plenteous ease maintain. |