Mechanics, servants, farmers, and so forth,
Are copy-paper, of inferior worth;
Less prized, more useful, for your desk decreed,
Free to all pens, and prompt at every need.
The wretch, whom avarice bids to pinch and spare,
Starve, cheat, and pilfer, to enrich an heir,
Is coarse brown paper! such as pedlars choose
To wrap up wares, which better men will use.
Take next the miser’s contrast, who destroys
Health, fame, and fortune, in a round of joys.