Tale VIII.
l. 24. rueful meditation.
instead of ll. 24–32:
Hour after Hour in rueful Dulness sate,
Puzzled and teizing every Boy at Hand;
But, having all at last in his Command,
All that he needed, and of that possessed—
Who would, might think and labour for the rest.
Knowledge to win was useless when obtained,
As much as told him what he lost or gained;
If he had envied Newton, it had been
But for the Mint of Money he had seen. (D.)
l. 109: The Vermin of the Customs and Excise. (D.)
l. 118: some have failed.
l. 119: And neither fled the Power nor—satisfied. (D.)
instead of ll. 126–7:
And to be One in a Concern so Grand }
Was a rare Prospect—if it could be planned: }
Why, he might build an House, and round it buy him Land! }
l. 129: Might condescend in such Abode to dwell. (D.)
instead of ll. 132–3:
For he had heard in former Days the Chair }
Was filled with Honour by a worthy Mayor, }
Who had sold Cheese and Vinegar—so there! (D.)}
l. 159: Join’d with his Sorrow, Penitence, and Shame. (D.)
l. 163: And courts with patient Care the Gains he spurn’d. (D.)
Instead of ll. 7–10:
Jane, a sick Mother’s Child who dying knew
What, when alone, her widow’d Man would do,
And, having power, left Jane enough to live
A Life of Ease, which none, she judged, would give. (D.)
instead of ll. 29–30:
Her Talents thus improv’d and thus employ’d,
Her Cares are Comforts and her Hours enjoyed. (D.)
instead of ll. 39–41:
And often said, “What means the idle Boy;
Will none his Talents and his Hands employ?”
Alas! my Friend, thy Care was all in vain:
That Boy had got the Bee within his Brain;
But for thy Peace with grateful Heart he pray’d. (D.)
l. 51: For then all childish Fancies take their Flight.
l. 96. for Sat down read Appear’d. (D.)
instead of ll. 97–9:
The Thoughts I guess not she appear’d to read,
When there came one a Stranger’s Cause to plead—
A Stranger she, and enter’d in that Cause.
l. 106: “True I’m his Mistress, am”—— “But what is he?” (D.)
l. 106: but then what is he?
l. 112: The Fiend he served, then prompting his Deceit.
after l. 130:
Reproach and Shame the peaceful Muse offend,
And Tales of Vice and Error soon should end. (D.)
l. 148: The Lover sought with all a Lover’s Skill. (D.)
l. 158: Who were as happy as they were before. (D.)
after l. 158:
Yet such his Influence that his Victim found
Her Bosom wounded with a hopeless Wound. (D.)
l. 159: Not so his Victim.
l. 167: The open Insult or the secret Pain. (D.)
