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 Scriv'ners Attorneys Bankers are his Train, The Miser's Equipage, the Orphans Bane. A narrow Soul amidst the boundless Store, Who shuns the Wretch, that dares be Just and Poor; Who Charity and Virtue but esteems As the Priests Cant, and empty moral Names. But Factious Zeal sometimes Dilates his Breast, Nor will the Niggard grudge a flowing Feast, To Mould the Stern Freeholders to his Hand, Awe their Elections, and their Votes Command. But where's the end of this immod'rate Toil? To make a Puny Girl a Golden Spoil. Last rose Bathillo, deck'd with borrow'd Bays, Renown'd for others Projects, others Lays. A