An
EPIGRAM
.
Written
to
the
Duke
de
Noailles
.
Vain
the
Concern
which
You
express
,
That
uncall'd
Alard
will
possess
Your
House
and
Coach
,
both
Day
and
Night
;
And
that
Mackbeth
was
haunted
less
By
Banquo's
restless
Spright
.
With
Fifteen
Thousand
Pound
a
Year
,
Do
You
complain
,
You
cannot
bear
An
Ill
,
You
may
so
soon
retrieve
?
Good
Alard
,
faith
,
is
modester
By
much
,
than
You
believe
.
Lend
Him
but
fifty
Louis
d'or
;
And
You
shall
never
see
Him
more
:
Take
the
Advice
;
Probatum
est
.
Why
do
the
Gods
indulge
our
Store
,
But
to
secure
our
Rest
?