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Vice -- Early works to 1800. 2002-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-04 TCP Staff (Michigan) Sampled and proofread 2002-04 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-05 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CHARACTERS OF VERTUE and VICE . Describ'd in the Persons of The Wise-Man , The Valiant Man , The truly Noble , The Patient Man , The true Friend , The Hypocrite , The Superstitious , The Profane , The Busy-Body , The Envious . Attempted in Verse FROM A TREATISE OF THE Reverend IOSEPH HALL , Late Lord Bishop of Exeter . By N. TATE . LONDON , Printed for Francis Saunders , at the Blue-Anchor , in the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange , 1691. PREFACE . THE Representing of Vertue and Vice in their respective Beauties and Deformities , is the genuine Task of Poetry : the true and proper Themes of Panegyrick and Satyr . The giving Precepts of Morality was originally the Employment of the Muses , and establish'd their first Reputation . Few Poets have excell'd who merited not the Character ascrib'd by Horace to Homer : Qui quid sit pulchrum , quid turpe , quid utile , quid non , Pleniùs ac meliùs Chrysippo & Crantore dicit . It was for useful Prescriptions of Politie and Private Life , that Orpheus and Amphion were celebrated , and the Faculty it self reputed Sacred : Sic Honor & Nomen divinis Vatibus atque Carminibus venit . If the Virgil's and Horace's of our Age could have been prevail'd with to have Adorn'd the following Subjects , it had sav'd my imperfect Performance . But I could not refuse the Temptation , when it was propos'd to me to proceed upon the Hints and Groundwork of a Treatise Written by the Ingenious and Learned D r Hall , Bishop of Exeter ; by which means my Reader would be secure of good Sense in the Version . If I have added no Grains , I hope that , at least , I have lost nothing of the Oar in Melting it down . The Character of some Vices will naturally run into Humour , requiring Instances and Expressions that are Familiar , and Sermoni propiora . In a word , I am sufficiently sensible of my Imperfections in this Essay , but Comfort my self with the Hopes that abler Performers may be incited , in meer Compassion , to Rescue such worthy Subjects from so ill Hands . THE MAN of WISDOM . THE Man that 's Wise to Know All Things aspires , But First the Knowledge of Himself desires : How far the Compass of his Strength can go ; But his own Weakness studdies most to know . He Reasons more by Practice than by Rule ; His Logick's learnt in Observation 's School . Taught by Experience truly to reflect , Can First Himself and then his Friends direct . He ne'er suspends but in a doubtful Case ; Ne'er doubts where Resolution should take place . Of ev'ry needful Thing just Care do's take , But most concern'd for his immortal stake . Without that scope counts fruitless each endeavour , Nor would be Happy Once , if not for ever . Himself best Knowing best Himself can Trust , Others so far as He has prov'd them Just. The World may Him deceive but ne'er Abuse , Who Trusts no more than He can bear to lose . While close Retirement is to Him a Skreen , Himself looks through and sees the World , Unseen : Yet shews , when forc'd the Day-light to abide , Prudence , not Affectation , made him hide . Does never , Causeless , from his purpose Range , When Reason calls , He never fears to Change. While th' ablest Master He 's allow'd to be , No Scholar more dispos'd to learn than He. From ev'ry Thing Instruction He can draw , And from Him each Instruction is a Law. To Ages past his nimble Thoughts can Climb , In Things to come prevent the speed of Time. Unborn Events by past Events forestall , And in Conjecture be Prophetical . His Passions He ne'er suffers to Rebel , Or hastens their first Mutiny to Quell . By Honour's Light in all his Projects sails , And Boards a second when a former fails . Makes Disappointment but improve his skill , And fetches Strength from what succeeded ill . Some Wrongs He sees not but with silent Art , Dissembles Wounds too pow'rful Foes impart . Loves to owe less in good turns than He may , For Bad wou'd be in Debt and never pay . Censures , Unjust or Just , alike to Him ; Those He Deserves not , These he can Contemn . Slights Scandal , lays no violent Hands on Blame , Gives Slander scope till it expire with Shame . His Joy no Fears , his Hope knows no Despairs , Safe in the Circle of his own Affairs . From others strife he timely do's Retire , Nor thrusts his Hand into a needless Fire . He best the Purchase of his Wit can tell , And how to Value , Keep and Use it well . Himself his own best Lawyer , and his skill , His readiest and most faithful Oracle . Consulted , He 's in no Man's Business Blind , But in his Own of more than Eagle-kind . THE VALIANT MAN. BOld without Rashness , without Fury , Warm : He long Consults , but do's with speed perform . He seeks not Dangers : when on Him they press , He bears 'em down with Courage and Success . Arm'd Death Enthron'd on Slaughter He can spy , March on , and with a scornful smile pass by . Forecasts the worst Events , and in his Thought , Before one stroke Exchang'd , the Battle 's fought . If unexpected Ills his Heart surprize , One Minute to disperse 'em will suffice : With instant Sally he prevents the Blow , And turns Amazement back upon the Foe . Ne'er seen to fly , but from some foul Offence , And fears no Strength below Omnipotence . Peace he wou'd chuse , and when the Sword he draws , He looks not on his Hand but on his Cause . Nor weighs what Succors wait to take his Part , How strong his Arm , but Innocent his Heart . O'erpower'd may fall , with numbers Vanquisht be , And leave the Foe to Blush at Victory . Call'd out by Honour to some bold Attacque , His Hearts Blood may be seen , but ne'er his Back . On base Conditions he disdains to Live , And what he asks , would to the Vanquish'd give . Ne'er known the Blood of Innocents to shed , On Carcases , or suppliant Foes to tread ; He 'll rather stifle Wrongs he might Resent , Than take Revenge upon the Impotent . Nor can determine which he 'd rather be , Of Cowardice impeach'd , or Cruelty . His sparing Words no room for Boast affords , His readiest Language is , his Hand and Sword. By Action heard , whose never-ceasing Force , Keeps every Talker furnish'd with Discourse . Not idlely Prodigal of Life or Blood , But sparing neither for his Countrey 's good . While Fate does noble Means of Life supply , He Lives ; but those refus'd , can bravely Dye . His Pow'r ( to which his Reason still gives Laws , ) It 's Right Confest , the Exercise withdraws . Thinks he does then the greatest Triumph gain , When He can Hurt , yet from Revenge abstain . Without Servility He can Obey , And in Command no Tyranny Display . He Courts not Fortune's Smiles , nor fears her Hate , Nor can she change his Mind with his Estate . That his high Spirit still o'erlooks Mischance , Springs not from Senselesness nor Ignorance ; But th' utmost Pow'r of Fate computing first , He knows her strength , and bids her do her worst . In Purpose Cool , in Resolution Fir'd , In Enterprizes , Daring and Untir'd ; Glorious , though not successful in Design , And when o'ercome , His Heart does last Resign . THE TRULY NOBLE . ADvantages of Ancestry and Birth , He counts but Fortune's Gift , and borrow'd Worth : What he atchieves he only calls Renown , And Honour purchas'd by Himself , his Own. If short his Glory's Estimate be found Of what his noble Ancestors had Crown'd , The bright Inheritance but proves his Shame ; Not Rais'd , but Burthen'd by Descended Fame . No Greatness makes him Scorn or Pride express , Still Higher rais'd he still wou'd seem the less . Life from his Soul as soon divorc'd may be , As from his Manners Native Courtesy : Which for no servile or ambitious end Of popular Applause he does extend , But from the genuine Sweetness of his Frame , And noble Justice to Himself and Fame . His Hand is open , yet his Glory still Is govern'd by his Fortune not his Will. And wisely bounteous can distinguish right , Betwixt a Friend and fawning Parasite . Most Men their Favours sell , exchange , or lend , He only does his Kindnesses expend . He wou'd no Licence from his Greatness gain , And without Goodness counts his Titles vain . From Pow'r no Priv'lege claims to be Unjust , Nor makes Prerogative a Bawd to Lust ; Conscience and Honour both his Actions bind , By Eminence to stricter Laws confin'd . Each Vertue has it's Ornament and Use In his just Notion , and no Vice Excuse . He no Man Guilty makes to make him Great , And ev'n his Creatures with Respect can treat . Oblige , yet not on Liberty intrude , Or turn Dependance into Servitude . He seeks no forg'd Pretence , without Reward An old and worn-out Servant to Discard : Their Duty , Faith , and Diligence to bind The Sweetness of his Service makes 'em find . For Him , no Vassals can their Toil repent , Their Industry's not Lost , but only Lent. The Difference 'twixt his Wealth and Honour , is , That , in Receiving stands , in Giving , This. He 'll be oblig'd to Few ; but does not care How large the Number that his Favours share . Asks who wants most , not who can best Repay ; And ne'er Repines at Favours cast away . Can Constancy in all Estates express , Himself a-like to Peace and War address . Then , most his Countreys Servant he is found , When she to his Command has set no bound . More pleas'd true Worship to his God to give , Than civil Honours from Mankind receive . For Fame , relies not on the World's Applause , But what from Heav'n it 's Approbation draws . Of true Nobility conceives this Sense , The Blood its Body only to dispense ; The Soul derives from Vertue 's Eminence . Descended Honours He reputes to cease , Unless his nobler Deeds the Tale encrease , That Glory does admit no Careless Heir , And not t' improve the Stock is to Impair . THE PATIENT MAN. THE Patient Man has so much strength attain'd , And o'er Himself so large a Conquest gain'd , That safe from Foreign Wrongs he does remain ; They came too late to Conquer him again . Boldly to Suffer , is his Valour 's Test , He 's most Victorious when He 's most opprest . While under Mountain-Loads himself he rears , Of more than humane Courage he appears , And is , if rightly we his Sufferings scan , 'Bove Nature rais'd while He seems less than Man. His Love and Charity are ever bent To construe all things with a fair Intent . To small and doubtful Injuries He 's blind , Gross Wrongs he 'll think not done , or not design'd ; Not meant , or not to Him ; if Both appear , From Malice still his Injuries He 'll clear ; He 'll say Mis-information caus'd th' offence , And when it cannot bear so mild a sense , Call 't Rash , and with the hasty Fault dispense . Patient he is , but yet not tame or base : He wants not Courage but abounds in Grace . To take Revenge for Harms , as Man He dares ; Resents as Man , but as a Christian spares . He 's God's best Witness , and before the Bar For Truths fair sake , undaunted can appear ; Hear unconcern'd the false Accuser's Voice , Receive , and in his Unjust doom Rejoice . A Prison is his Palace , and to Him Pages of Honour all his Jaylors seem , The Dungeon his Retiring Room he counts , And to the Rack as to a Throne He mounts ; His Torturers worst Cruelty disdains , Suffers his Own , and baffles all their Pains . Just Pity the Beholders does inspire , Unpitying and remorseless Foes , Admire . His Hopes to no Discouragements can yield , They still advance , or keep at least the Field . Where once the Path of Kindness He has trod , No Obstacles can make him quit the Road. If no Impression his first Favours make , He still redoubles till he wins the stake . Can after Shipwrack try the Sea , and beat At the deaf door he ne'er saw open'd yet . Different Events alike to Him befal , He sees the Hand of Providence in All. When that Protects , he pays his grateful Vows , And when it strikes , to just Correction Bows . Can Vertue from Necessity produce , And with strange , Art put Evil to good Use. In Conquest does beyond the Warriour go , The surest Friend , the latest easiest Foe : Than others so much Happier does appear , As He can more and worse Mis-fortunes bear . THE TRUE FRIEND . UNited , yet divided is his Breast ; Half by Himself , All by his Friend possest . His Choice by Sympathy of Souls is bred , By Worth and Vertue , not by Int'rest led . He pays Affection 'cause the Debt is just , And Loves because he ought , because he must . Contracts with Caution , and considers long , But once Agreed , no Bargain is more strong . He chuses so as He may ne'er complain , Like one that never meant to chuse again . And e'er his Love can vary one Degree , His Friend Quite alter'd from Himself must be : Let just occasion his submission move , A Servant to his Equal He can prove . To serve Him condescends with greater joy , Than his Inferiour's Service to employ . Advanc'd to Pow'r his Friendship still is found In it's old Garb , familiar , plain , and sound . For his Friend's sake with Honours he complies , Yields to be Great to help his Friend to Rise . His Friend expir'd , His Self 's but half alive , His Friendship only do's his Friend survive . Death to his Love no Dissolution brings , It but divides the Stream to sundry Springs . For now the tender Orphans , left too young To know their Father's Worth , to Him belong ; Adopted His , the Burden of his Cares , His Heart 's near Kin , and his Affections Heirs . He 's so much stricter , and more nicely just , For having lost the Witness of his Trust. Where Honesty or Nature can comply , He grants a frank and full Community . To Friendship 's Entrance leaves an open Field Without Reserves , but what were Sin to yield . No longer can enjoy that thing whose use He thinks would more to his Friend 's Good conduce . His Charity does still a Cloak provide Of Secrecy , his Friend's Defects to hide . Much by Concealment from the Publick View , By close Reproof more proves his Friendship true . And when the watchful Kindness of his Friend Finds just occasion him to reprehend , He thanks his frank Chastiser on that score , More loves him as he makes him smart the more . To Him as to the Closet of his Cares , With Doubts , Complaints , his wellcome Friend repairs ; Unburdens there the secrets of his Mind , Leaves all lock'd up , and as he leaves may find . Let grief at once his Friend and him surround , His sense still quickest for his Friend is found ; Bleeds in his own , but smarts in his Friend's Wound . No Hour's unseasonable , no Pains displease , No Cost can grievous seem to give him Ease . No Envious Lookers on can baulk his Zeal , But what He does He rather wou'd conceal , Best pleas'd when a good Office he can steal . Favours Receiv'd , in Memory's Book he sets , What He bestow's as zealously forgets . He 's Sorrow's Comfort , Difficulty's Guide , The Joy of Life , Earth's Treasure , and its Pride ; An Angel Cloath'd in Flesh , and near to God Ally'd . The End of the Characters on Vertue . THE HYPOCRITE . THE Hypocrite to sadness can convert His looks , while Mirth is Rev'lling in his Heart , Then Jugler-like with Pleasure does retreat , To think how smoothly he has pass'd the Cheat. How with false stamps of Vertue on his Face , The Miscreant passes for a Babe of Grace . With early Patience waits at the Church Door , And e'er half enter'd he salutes the Floor , But still observing with a transvers'd Eye , What Passenger does his Devotion spy . If Cognizance to take He none perceives , Ftets inward , and at his lost labour grieves . Looks round with Admiration on the Crowd ; Of frozen Charity complains aloud . Takes care to have his Pew plac'd best in sight , In hast plucks forth his Tables as to write Some Sermon-Note , mean while does only scrawl , Forgotten Errands there , or nought at all : Then with a Noise whisks his Boss'd Bible o'er , Where He for some Quotation seems to pore ; And glancing from one Chapter to a next , Folds down the Leaf as He had found the Text. Enquires the Preacher's Name , stays last i' th' Church , To con him Thanks , and waits him to the Porch . When of his Youth he speaks , his Tears flow fast ; Not for his Youth's Sins , but because 't is Past. His lesser Vices frankly are confest , All but the reigning Belial of his Breast . Gives publick Alms , and those but when he must , Nor without Witness God Himself will trust . With Usuries , Superfluity he gilds Extortion , and an Hospital he builds . And thinks th' Injustice largely is repaid , To keep ten Beggars for ten thousand made . From Flesh on Friday with a greater Dread He does Abstain than from his Neighbour's Bed. To swear by God's Name rather will allow , Than at the Name of Jesus not to Bow. To Him when Fustian Poet reads his stuff , He begs a Copy , cryes 't is Censure-Proof . Finds nothing that 's amiss while th' Authour stays , And nothing , when the Fop's withdrawn , to Praise . By his Step-Mothers Sick-Bed he can Weep , Wish her sound Rest , that is , Eternal Sleep . I' th' Street he greets his Friend with chearful Eyes , And hugging Close , when will you come ? He cries . But Curses Him in 's Heart if he complies . Small Fare affords , yet ev'n that small does grutch , Close-frowning on his Wife , that 't is so much . For what He seems and says , He well might pass , Himself 's the very worst Thing that He has . His Neighbours Nuissance , and the Strangers Saint ; Or in a Word , his Character to Paint , Angel Abroad , at Home a Spirit evil , And when an Angel worse than when a Devil . THE SUPERSTITIOUS . WHat Monster , Superstition , is like Thee , Thou Godless Zeal , devout Impiety . The Superstitious Wight is Folly's Heir , Fond in observance , servile in his Fear . He worships God but as He lists ; in what Is not Requir'd , He 'll supererogate . Give more , give All , except what God demands , And makes more Duties than the Ten Commands . Till Cross'd and sprinkl'd dares not stir abroad , Comes back if but a Hare run thwart his Road. If he but trips at Door , or on his Way , But recollects it was no lucky Day Of setting out , ( though All 's Estate depend ) Turns back in sight of his long Journey 's End. If Salt fall tow'rds Him he looks pale and red , Stares as the House were tumbling on his Head. Nor can recover Breath till that mis-hap Be purg'd by shedding Wine into his Lap. If he but sneeze , his Eyes around he sends , Thinks them who don 't Uncover , not his Friends . To judge the Weather walks betimes abroad , And Hearks if Even the Crow cry , or Odd. If but a Raven Croak in Dead of Night , He makes his Will as he had heard a spright . Or if a Dream shall in his Brains Ferment , A Garden , or departed Friend present ; His Senses are into Confusion hurl'd , Bespeaks his Coffin , and takes leave o' th' World. On such Days only He 'll set out by Water , Nor for the World without his Erra Pater . St. Paul's Day for his Oracle does take , And Swythin's is his surest Almanack . No Sin afflicts him on his Dying Bed , But having once of Flesh on Friday fed . He thinks the Rest can no Repentance need , And no Repentance can for That succeed . His Dreams , for sure Predictions must avail , And if th' Event his Exposition fail ; His Wits are then on new solutions bent , And He Expounds according to th' Event . Old Wives and Stars are all his Councellors , For Recipe's 'gainst Sickness , Charms he wears ; For Tooth-Ach Paracelsian Characters . Impossibilities the credulous Elf Calls Miracles , and streins to cheat Himself . Let him but hear that in a distant soil , Some sacred Block does speak , move , weep , or smile ; He Bare-foot hies his Off'ring there to pay , And if a Danger miss him in the way ; If he but scape the muting of a Crow , The Timber-Saint a Miracle did show . Some Roads He Baulks , for Goblins there he feigns , Each Lanthorn's Will o' th' Wisp , and ev'ry Noise of Chains . His Custom ( for what Cause he ne'er cou'd know ) Is , with some little Compass still to go ; Here to pass Nimbly , There to make a stand , And ever leave the Cross on his Right Hand . His Method has no Reason ; yet no Force Threats nor Entreaties make him change his Course . If he have thum'd his Beads , and pray'd his Tale , He 's safe enough ; it matters not for Zeal . And lastly , with Respect to Heav'n , might He The Carver of his Own Obedience be , God never cou'd a better Servant have , But , as He is , has no perverser Slave . THE PROFANE . IN mad extreams the superstitious own Too many Gods , but the Profane has none : Unless himself his Deity he make , And for his fanci'd Heaven , the World does take . He breaths and moves , but to Religion Dead , All sense of Fear , of Love , or Care is fled . His Heart without Impression does remain , Tir'd Conscience there repeats her strokes in Vain . Custom of Sin this Senselessness has wrought , Inur'd , and to the Anvils Hardness brought . Long rooted Vice admits of no Redress , He pleads Prescription now for Wickedness . ( By slow ascents these impious Heights we gain , Are sinful Born , but make our selves Profane : ) Through Carelessness his Vicious Course begins , He Sins at last , and knows not that he Sins . Reason too late her Counsel wou'd afford ; She 's now his Slave , and Appetite his Lord. Sense is his only Creed ; if so it chance , That Piety his Int'rest may advance ; A Cloak of Sanctity he can provide , And what he Counterfeits at once deride . Does Sacrifice to 's Nets : when Projects hit , He either thanks his Fortune , or his Wit ; But Providence must nought have there to do , He 'll rather make false Gods than own the True. When ought miscarries , destinies to blame , On Heav'ns Unkindness He does then exclaim . Reviles the Pow'r , to whose Indulgent sway He wou'd not be beholden if he may . Oft-times his Conscience fain with Him wou'd speak , He sets the Day , but does th' Appointment break . And when aloud she does for Audience cry , He drowns the Noise with Rev'ling Company . God's Name does never but in Oaths express , And never thinks of him but in Distress : And then his Thoughts in dark Confusion sink , Cause He but then begins of him to Think . His Maker He 'll accuse himself to free , And charges all his Guilt on God's Decree . Ingratefully thinks his Condition hard , To be from Pleasures poyson'd Sweets debarr'd . Does Goodness , Minstrel-like , for sport bring forth , And sacred Things are still his choicest Mirth . To Mimickry turns Grace , and Vertue 's Rules , And best diverted with Religion's Fools . A Slander for each Vertue can invent , And in false Colours ev'ry Vice present . He boasts of his young Sins , and past offence , With cold Remembrance feeds his Impotence . Enormous Crimes the Libertine has wrought , Ambitious , yet more wicked to be Thought . A Lewder than Himself can grieve to see , And in Damnation grudge Precedency . Hell does in Him less fear than Death create , As being sure of This , and doubting That . To th' Church as to a Theater resort , For Custom , Company , for Sleep , or Sport. Self-Love is All He ever Understood , Nor that enough to seek his own true Good. He breaks through Gratitude and Friendship 's Ties , Nor cares on whom he treads , so he may Rise . His Life does one licentious Practice seem , And ev'ry Vice its Centre has in Him. God's Hatred , and his Curse ; a Mass of Evil , In Body only diff'ring from a Devil . THE BUSY-BODY . HIS own Estate 's too narrow for his Mind , And Room in other Men's Affairs He 'll find . In Friend and Strangers Business He will move , And ever with the same Pretence of Love. No News can pass his Door , and , good or ill , He cannot know the Thing he does not tell . He knows the Rates of Traffique to a Hair , What Forces the Confederates can prepare , How Swedeland , and how Denmark will declare . Though Trav'ling on Affairs of Life and Death , He 'll stop the Post , and Talk him out of Breath . And if his Humour , or his Hast Refuse , Ride back with him , and piece-meal catch the News . And if through Speed th' Intelligence does fail , His Wit Supplies , and makes a perfect Tale. Then Woe to the next Man that He comes near , Blow , Rain , or Lighten , he must stay to hear ; And hear him out , while in a tedious round , The Listner and Himself he does Confound . Disjointedly each Sentence does express , With long Successions of Parentheses . Retrencht , to let his stream of Matter run , But Vows to fill 'em up e'er He has done . If two together in the street He views Discoursing closely , He concludes strange News . But if a Letter be produc'd , He 's charm'd , And of the Secret begs to be inform'd . Deny'd , it serves his Turn almost as well , If Him of Wonders they 'll permit to tell . Then with a Scotish Mine he does begin , Of a whole Shoal of Whales come up at Linn . Thank Him , a thousand Times your Thanks repeat , All 's One , his Tongue it 's Larum must compleat . You 'll name no Undertaking which He 'll baulk , But all Concludes , where it Commenc'd , in Talk. He 'll teach Another what Himself ne'er knew , And be a Guide in Ways he ne'er pass'd through . Look in at 's Neighbour's Window , and demand The Reason why his Servants idle stand . Call'd to Another's Table , 't is his way To slander some Third Person , and Convey The Tale to him that 's wrong'd , whom having sworn To Secrecy , with speed he does return To his first Host , and this dark Practice ply , Till Both are set on Fire they know not why . His Ears are Quick , and no less quick his Eyes , To Imperfections These , and Those to Lyes . He stops Another's Servant , takes him in , Treats him , and does his Master's Health begin ; Thence slily falls to ask of his Affairs , What sort of Company t' his House repairs ; What is their usual Fare , and what Discourse Passes at Meals . Thus does th' Extorter force ; But , soon as drein'd , the Guest his leave must take , And Room for fresh Intelligencers make . This Man thinks Constancy a dull disgrace , And still is shifting of his Work and Place ; But of no Place can half so weary seem , Or half so soon , as is the Place of Him. In each Acquaintance he has got a Foe , For not to hate him you must Him not know . He toils unthank'd , he talks without Belief , Living has no Man's Love , Dead , no Man's Grief ; Unless by Chance the last Defect's supply'd , And some may Grieve that he no sooner Dy'd . THE ENVIOUS . THE Envious feeds upon his Neighbours Ills , And no Disease , but others Wellfare , feels . God's Benefits perversly does destroy ; With Company no Blessing can enjoy . Wou'd rather have Superiours in Distress , Than Equals in a common Happiness . He 's an ill Prizer of his Neighbour's store , And yet , his own computing , He errs more : On neither the just Value will bestow , For , That he rates too High , and This too Low. He asks in what Repute his Equals Live ; About his Betters more Inquisitive . If just Report his Envious search defeat , In closer Terms his Question He 'll repeat . And when his spight can fasten on no Flaw , His Snakes turn back his own rank Heart to gnaw . With God he quarrels , if his Neighbour's Field With better Tillage , fairer Grain does yield . For one Chance-Blight he murmurs and inveys , For Ten Successive Crops no Thanks repays . Whom openly He dares not to traduce , With Short or Over-praise He will abuse . Allows his Rival all things but his Right , And most in Commendation shews his Spight . If Courteous his Competitor appear , He 's then Inveigling , Crafty , Popular . If Bountiful , a Faction is design'd , To which with Bribes he does his Clients bind . And if in War his Rival has success , He 's so much more a dang'rous Man in Peace . By Industry in Wealth , or Power grown strong , He 's hoarding up of means for future wrong . Thus does the Envious Man distort and force True Worth , and turn each Vertue to a Curse . In his Religion Policy still lurks , And by Submission his Ambition works . No Law , that had the Publick Good enclos'd , Can pass , because by Him not first Propos'd . Not his own Int'rest for that time he weighs , But Suffers , to defraud Another's Praise . If Evil of his Rival , Fame report , He cryes she 's Partial , and of Truth comes short . What Prejudice relates , as being worst , In his Recital He still mentions first : Knowing that gentler Truth too slowly treads , And that the first ill Rumour farthest spreads . He 'll stab i' th' Dark , and then with pitying Voice Bemoan the Fate that makes his Heart Rejoice . Of his ill Deeds his Nature is the Cause , The Good He Acts is only for Applause . And that which cannot to his share befal To do , He still takes Care no other shall . Of his Best Skill He just enough will show , To let the World perceive what He does know ; His Med'cine's Sov'raign Use he will reveal , The Art to make 't , does ev'n in Death Conceal ; Pleas'd that he can a Prize from Mankind steal . God's Blessings , if beside Himself they fall , His Curses prove , and make Him burst with Gall. Yet after All there 's none can grudge the Elf His Diet , for the Miscreant eats Himself . To turn a Devil He waits but his Life's End , Till then a Carcase quicken'd by a Fiend . FINIS . THE Life of Alexander the Great , Written in Latin by Quintus Curtius , Translated into English by several Hands , and now Dedicated to the QUEEN . By N. Tate .