1 6 LO VE os FAME, Sat. I.Some Lords it bids admire their Wands so white,Which bloom, like Aaron's, to their ravislit sight;Some Lords it bids resign, and turns their wands,Like Moses, into Serpents in their hands.

These sink, as Divers, for renown; and boastWith pride inverted, of their Honours lost.

But against Reason sure 'tis equal sinTo boast of meerly being out, or in.

What numbers, here, thro' odd Ambition striveTo seem the most transported Things alive?

As if by joy desert was understood,

And all the fortunate were wise, or good.

Hence aching bosoms wear a visage gay,

And stifled Groans frequent the Ball, and Play.Compleatly drest by * Monteuil, and Grimace,They take their birth-day suit, and public k face;

* A famous Taylor.

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