Bus'ness is oft an Enemy to Love:
Nor think, my Dear, thou canst be truly blest
With one that's _Wedded_ to his Interest.
Worldly Affairs does his Affections cloy,
_As that which shou'd preserve it, does destroy._
'Twixt two Extreams you wretchedly must Live,
Or bad, or worse, as his Affairs do Thrive;
Whose good or ill Success, must be the Rule,
One makes him Insolent, and t'other Dull.

Let no Aspiring Courtier be thy Choice;
Avoid in Courts, the Bustle and the Noise;
Where Vain _Ambition_ hurries on the Mind,
And always leaves more solid Joys behind:
As when the _Thrifty Clown_, securely Blest,
His _Barns_ with _Plenty_, with _Content_ his _Brest_,
Possest with hopes of a long lost Estate,
In haste forsakes his humble harmless Seat.
With Bagg and Bundle, Trots it up to Town, }
There wildly Gapes, and wanders up and down, }
And's kept in _Ignorance_ till he's undone. }
Some weighty Sums receiv'd for _Corn_ and _Cheese_,
Are _Spent_ in _Treats_, and _Giv'n_ away in _Fees_.
Mean while the _Lawyer_ so well Acts his Part, }
With empty Pockets, and an Aking Heart, }
He sends him home again to Plow and Cart. }

So the _Gay Youth_ does Lavish his Estate,
And bribes into the Favour of the _Great_;
Prefer'd he sits like Fortunes Darling Son,