Where's all the gallant Furniture you had ? How ruftily you look in Leather clad ? Nor your fbft Neck bends proudly in a Trot, With Ladies in a Belgick Chariot, Bounding on Velvet Beds; nor I difcern No golden Scutcheons,on your gilded Stern; Your Wheels not thunder,nor your Axes flame; This is a Cart ; you draw as if you'r lame. Thus are proud Mortals paid, and them that fyiow No Mean in Blifs^Jball have no Mean of Woe ; And this fhall be the greateft Gall to Pride, W^hom they fcorn'd rich,grown poor,fhall them deride. Moral. Let no Profterity move Arrogance; Lity April are the fickle Brows of Chance : But when foe moft feemsfor theey then provide With Caution to allay dr-fwelling Pride. Fab.