The
EXECUTOR
.
A
Greedy
Heir
long
waited
to
fulfill
,
As
his
Executor
,
a
Kinsman's
Will
;
And
to
himself
his
Age
repeated
o'er
,
To
his
Infirmities
still
adding
more
;
And
nicely
kept
th'
Account
of
the
expected
Store
:
When
Death
,
at
last
,
to
either
gave
Release
,
Making
One's
Pains
,
the
Other's
Longings
cease
;
Who
to
the
Grave
must
decently
convey
,
Ere
he
Possession
takes
the
kindred
Clay
,
Which
in
a
Coach
was
plac'd
,
wherein
he
rides
,
And
so
no
Hearse
,
or
following
Train
provides
;
Rejecting
Russel
,
who
wou'd
make
the
Charge
Of
one
dull
tedious
Day
,
so
vastly
Large
.
When
,
at
his
Death
,
the
humble
Man
declar'd
,
He
wish'd
thus
privately
to
be
Interr'd
.
And
now
,
the
Luggage
moves
in
solemn
State
,
And
what
it
wants
in
Number
,
gains
in
Weight
.
The
happy
Heir
can
scarce
contain
his
Joy
,
Whilst
sundry
Musings
do
his
Thoughts
employ
,
How
he
shall
act
,
now
Every
thing's
his
Own
,
Where
his
Revenge
,
or
Favour
shall
be
shown
;
Then
recollecting
,
draws
a
counterfeited
Groan
.
The
A
venues
,
and
Gardens
shall
be
chang'd
,
Already
he
the
Furniture
has
rang'd
,
To
ransack
secret
Draw'rs
his
Phancy
flies
,
Nor
can
th'
appearing
Wealth
his
Mind
suffice
.
Thus
he
an
Age
runs
o'er
betwixt
the
Porch
Of
his
Friend's
House
,
and
the
adjacent
Church
Whilst
the
slow
Driver
,
who
no
reck'ning
kept
Of
what
was
left
,
indulging
Nature
,
slept
;
Till
on
a
Bank
,
so
high
,
the
Wheel
was
borne
That
in
a
Moment
All
must
overturn
:
Whilst
the
rich
Heir
now
finds
the
giving
Dead
Less
weighty
in
his
Gold
,
than
in
his
Lead
;
Which
falling
just
on
his
contriving
Breast
,
Expell'd
the
Soul
,
leaving
the
Corpse
to
rest
In
the
same
Grave
,
intended
for
his
Friend
.
Then
why
shou'd
We
our
Days
in
Wishes
spend
Which
,
ere
we
see
fulfill'd
,
are
often
at
an
End