Lo! damn'd to Wealth, at what a gross Expence,
They purchase Disappointment, Pain and Shame.
Instead of hearty hospitable Chear,
See! how the Hall with brutal Riot flows;
While in the foaming Flood, fermenting, steep'd,
The Country maddens into Party-Rage.
Mark! those disgraceful Piles of Wood and Stone;
Those Parks and Gardens, where, his Haunts be-trimm'd,
And  by presumptuous  oppress'd,
The  mourns. See! the full Board
That steams Disgust, and Bowls that give no Joy:
No  invited there, to feed the Mind;
Nor  the Wine rejoicing Reason quaffs.
Hark! how the Dome with Insolence resounds,
With those retain'd by  to scare
Repose and Friends. To tyrant  mark!
The costly-Worship paid, to the broad Gaze
Of Fools. From still delusive Day to Day,
Led an eternal Round of lying Hope,
See! self-abandon'd, how they roam adrift,
Dash'd o'er the Town, a miserable Wreck!
Then to adore some warbling Eunuch turn'd,
With  'Ears they crowd; or to the Buzz
Of Masquerade unblushing: or, to show
Their Scorn of  at the Tragic Scene
They mirthful sit, or prove the Comic true.
But, chief, behold! around the rattling Board,
The civil Robbers rang'd; and even the Fair,
The tender Fair, each Sweetness laid aside,
As fierce for Plunder as all-licens'd' Troops
At some sack'd City. Thus dissolv'd their Wealth,
Without one generous Luxury dissolv'd,
Or quarter'd on it many a needless Want,
At the throng'd Leve bends the venal Tribe:
With fair but faithless Smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as Those that mutually deceive,
And for their Falshood each despising each;
'Till shook their Patron by the wintry Winds,
Wide flies the wither'd Shower, and leaves him bare.
O far superior  sable Sons,
By Merchant pilfer'd, to these !
And, rich, as unsqueez'd Favourite, to them,
Is he who can his  boast alone!