The
Tradesman
and
the
Scholar
.
A
Citizen
of
mighty
Pelf
,
But
much
a
Blockhead
,
in
himself
Disdain'd
a
Man
of
shining
Parts
,
Master
of
Sciences
and
Arts
,
Who
left
his
Book
scarce
once
a
day
For
sober
Coffee
,
Smoak
,
or
Tea
;
Nor
spent
more
Money
in
the
Town
Than
bought
,
when
need
requir'd
,
a
Gown
;
Which
way
of
Living
much
offends
The
Alderman
,
who
gets
and
spends
,
And
grudges
him
the
Vital
Air
,
Who
drives
no
Trade
,
and
takes
no
Care
.
Why
Bookworm
!
to
him
once
he
cry'd
,
Why
,
setting
thus
the
World
aside
,
Dost
thou
thy
useless
Time
consume
,
Enclos'd
within
a
lonely
Room
,
And
poring
damnify
thy
Wit
,
'Till
not
for
Men
,
or
Manners
fit
?
Hop'st
thou
,
with
urging
of
thy
Vein
,
To
spin
a
Fortune
from
thy
Brain
?
Or
gain
a
Patron
,
that
shall
raise
Thy
solid
State
,
for
empty
Praise
?
No
;
trust
not
to
your
Soothings
vile
,
Receiv'd
per
me's
the
only
Stile
.
Your
Book's
but
frown'd
on
by
My
Lord
;
If
Mine's
uncross'd
,
I
reach
his
Board
.
In
slighting
Yours
,
he
shuts
his
Hand
;
Protracting
Mine
,
devolves
the
Land
.
Then
let
Advantage
be
the
Test
,
Which
of
us
Two
ev'n
Writes
the
best
.
Besides
,
I
often
Scarlet
wear
,
And
strut
to
Church
,
just
next
the
Mayor
.
Whilst
rusty
Black
,
with
Inch
of
Band
,
Is
all
the
Dress
you
understand
;
Who
in
the
Pulpit
thresh
to
Please
,
Whilst
I
below
can
snore
at
Ease
.
Yet
,
if
you
prove
me
there
a
Sinner
,
I
let
you
go
without
a
Dinner
.
This
Prate
was
so
beneath
the
Sence
Of
One
,
who
Wisdom
cou'd
dispense
,
Unheard
,
or
unreturn'd
it
past
:
But
War
now
lays
the
City
waste
,
And
plunder'd
Goods
profusely
sell
By
length
of
Pike
,
not
length
of
Ell
.
Abroad
th'
Inhabitants
are
forc'd
,
From
Shops
,
and
Trade
,
and
Wealth
divorc'd
.
The
Student
leaving
but
his
Book
,
The
Tumult
of
the
Place
forsook
.
In
foreign
Parts
,
One
tells
his
Tale
,
How
Rich
he'd
been
,
how
quick
his
Sale
,
Which
do's
for
scanty
Alms
prevail
.
The
Chance
of
War
whilst
he
deplores
,
And
dines
at
Charitable
Doors
;
The
Man
of
Letters
,
known
by
Fame
,
Was
welcom'd
,
wheresoe'er
he
came
.
Still
,
Potentates
entreat
his
Stay
,
Whose
Coaches
meet
him
on
the
Way
:
And
Universities
contest
Which
shall
exceed
,
or
use
him
best
.
Amaz'd
the
Burgomaster
sees
On
Foot
,
and
scorn'd
such
Turns
as
these
;
And
sighing
,
now
deplores
too
late
His
cumb'rous
Trash
,
and
shallow
Pate
:
Since
loaded
but
with
double
Chest
Of
learned
Head
,
and
honest
Breast
,
The
Scholar
moves
from
Place
to
Place
,
And
finds
in
every
Climate
Grace
.
Wit
and
the
Arts
,
on
that
Foundation
rais'd
,
(
Howe'er
the
Vulgar
are
with
Shows
amaz'd
)
Is
all
that
recommends
,
or
can
be
justly
prais'd
.