With a strong bias, and by wrath repaid;
Pleasure deludes him, not the vain design
Of making vices unallied combine.
He wastes your wealth, for he is yet a boy;
He covets more, for he would more enjoy.
For, my good friend, believe me, very few, }
At once are prodigals and misers too— }
The spendthrift vice engrafted on the Jew. }
Leave me one thousand pounds; for I confess 30
I have my wants, and will not tax you less.