To
Mr.
GRENVILLE
on
his
intended
Resignation
.
By
RICHARD
BERENGER
,
Esq
;
A
Wretch
tir'd
out
with
Fortune's
blows
,
Resolv'd
at
once
to
end
his
woes
;
And
like
a
thoughtless
silly
elf
,
In
the
next
pond
to
drown
himself
.
'Tis
fit
,
quoth
he
,
my
life
should
end
,
The
cruel
world
is
not
my
friend
;
I
have
nor
meat
,
nor
drink
,
nor
cloaths
,
But
want
each
joy
that
wealth
bestows
;
Besides
,
I
hold
my
life
my
own
,
And
when
I
please
may
lay
it
down
;
A
wretched
hopeless
thing
am
I
,
Forgetting
,
as
forgot
,
I'll
die
.
Not
so
,
said
one
who
stood
behind
,
And
heard
him
thus
disclose
his
mind
;
Consider
well
pray
what
you
do
,
And
think
what
numbers
live
in
you
:
If
you
go
drown
,
your
woes
to
ease
,
Pray
who
will
keep
your
lice
and
fleas
?
On
yours
alone
their
lives
depend
,
With
you
they
live
,
with
you
must
end
.
On
great
folks
thus
the
little
live
,
And
in
their
sunshine
bask
and
thrive
:
But
when
those
suns
no
longer
shine
,
The
hapless
insects
droop
and
pine
.
Oh
GRENVILLE
then
this
tale
apply
,
Nor
drown
yourself
lest
I
should
die
:
Compassionate
your
louse's
case
,
And
keep
your
own
to
save
his
place
.