The wealthy shop-keeper, or, The charitable citizen a poem. Ward, Edward, 1667-1731. 1700 Approx. 23 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 9 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-07 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A67530 Wing W766 ESTC R33543 13523019 ocm 13523019 99918 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A67530) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 99918) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1559:6) The wealthy shop-keeper, or, The charitable citizen a poem. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-04 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-05 John Latta Sampled and proofread 2003-05 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE Wealthy Shop-keeper : OR , THE Charitable Citizen . A POEM . LONDON : Printed , and are to be Sold by the Booksellers . MCC . THE Wealthy Shop-keeper , &c. CANTO I. WITH Stars Propitious from his Birth he 's blest , Got by some Yeoman , or the Parish Priest ; Who strengthen'd by March Beer , fat Beef , and Pork , Is pleas'd sometimes to do his Neighbour's Work : The doubtful Offspring is , with Cost and Care , Train'd up at School , until his Fifteenth Year ; Whose painful Learning does at last amount , To construe Lilly's Rules , and Cast-Account . Design'd a Parson , but the hopeful Lad , By kinder Fortune 's destin'd to a Trade : Where darling Int'rest is alone carest , And the least Merit always thrives the best . In Leathern Breeches , and a course gray Coat , With Shooe-ties made of Thongs , to Town he 's brought , In Waggon , or on Carriers gall'd Horse back , Mounted like Northern Tike upon a Pack . His Friends seek out , some crafty Dealer's found , To whom the Youth is , after liking , Bound ; In hopes to learn from the experienc'd Knave , To Buy , to Sell , to Cozen , Gain , and Save ; Fir'd with old Whittington's Prosperity , He hopes to be Lord-Mayor as well as he , And strokes his Master's Cat , whil'st jangling Bells , As the Fool thinks , his wond'rous Rise foretells . Thus by Friends Counsel , and his own consent , Seven junior Years in Servitude are spent , Beneath a subtle crabbed Master's Care , Whose cunning Frauds his great Examples are ; Till by Experience he expert is made , In all the sinful Myst'ries of his Trade . Thus qualified , when Time at length has broke The Bonds that bound him to his servile Yoke , No sooner Free , but eager of a Wife , He seeks to be Apprentic'd now for Life ; B'ing made by Seven Years Service truly fit , To be a Woman's Slave , a marry'd Cit. The Dame not with her Eyes , but Portion wounds , Whose Faults perhaps are numerous as her Pounds . For Gold , which mercenary Fools enslave , The Trader Charms , as Beauty does the Brave . At Hackney School the awkard Thing is bred , There taught with pains to bridle up her Head , Does Natures more becoming freedom lose , On Tip-toe juts about in high-heel'd Shooes , And with a formal stiffness ev'ry thing out-does . The Coin she brings sets up the crafty Blade , Careful t' improve the Int'rest of his Trade ; For Wedlock's Woes , and wealthy Cares design'd , To Shop and Wife he 's slavishly confin'd : What each requires he with submission doth , And with severe attendance humours both . Thus settled in a thriving part o' th' Town , With cautious Steps he prosp'rously goes on , Greedy t' impose , poor-spirited and base , He grows , by knavish Conduct , rich apace : Whilst the good Man , that with a Conscience deals , Moves slow and follows Fortune at the heels . Proud is his Heart , yet humble is his Mein , A Saint without , but Hypocrite within . Each gainful Lye he does for Truth protest , Can his own Words to various Sences wrest : The way you take 'em will your self deceive , You 're surely chous'd if you his Cant believe . You and the Dev'l he strives alike to serve ; Cheat both , and save himself by a reserve . All useful Frauds that to his Int'rest tend , Or false Assertions that can serve his End , He thinks by Custom are as lawful grown , As Deeds , an honest Man dare do and own . Watchful behind his Compter he appears , And there all Day imprison'd sits , for Years : Except when business Calls , he takes a loose , At Noon to Change , or Night to Coffee-House . His vacant Minutes in his Shop he spends O'er News , to which he great attention lends ; Till he by reading Gazetts is become , A Statesman in th' Affairs of Christendom : And sundry ways can form , to regulate The worst Disorders of a drooping State : The cause of all its Miseries can tell , And is as wise , in Thought , as Matchiavel : Does the success of each attempt foresee , Informs his Wife , who knows as well as he , What the great End of all these things shall be . Foresight to Fools is something hard to grant , Since Wise-men oft the Heavenly Knowledge want : Yet who can tell how Gods their Gifts bestow , An Ass we find has Prophesi'd e're now . CANTO II. Thus he plods on for Twenty Years , or more , Pays Scot and Lot to th' Parson and the Poor : His Dealings large , extravagant his Gain , Esteem'd a sharp , but very honest Man. As for Religion , he concedes with two , A Christian he 's at Church , in Shop a Jew . He twice each Sunday in Communion meets , And Prays at Home as often as he Cheats . Long-winded Graces at short Meals he makes , And blesses every Morning's Toast he breaks . Hears ev'ry Night his youngest Prentice read , Some long hard Chapter e're he goes to Bed. Whilst his own Thoughts are busi'd to out-wit The World , which is the smoother Epithet , Our well-bred City use instead of Cheat. Thus with mild Terms they take away the Stain , And call a Knave in Trade , a Cunning-Man . Extravagance , like Popery , he hates , And ne'er beyond a Dish of Coffee treats . Will talk and wrangle , like the meanest Scrub , Two Hours , to save a Farthing in his Club. Wine he drinks seldom , lest his Stomach 's chill , And when he does , he ne'er exceeds a Jill , Except some mighty Reason should induce The Niggard , to debauch beyond his use ; As Loyalty ; he alters then his stint , And , on the King's Birth-Day , drinks half a Pint. Which three Pence extraordinary spent , Is a sure sign he loves the Government . And that the World may see , by partial Fate , He 's destin'd to be Rich and Fortunate . In this small tract of Time three Wives at least , Are rescu'd from his mercenary Breast , By that grim spright the wretched oft invoke , To end their Cares and Miseries with a stroke . Each Help-mate worth a Thousand Pounds or more , Whose Portions much encrease the ill-got Store . The Wife he minds not , but adores the Pence : No Nights endearments does the Churl dispence . But kills her with the want of due Benevolence . Large Sums with Prentices his Bags enrich , And help to flatter his insatiate Itch. Some die , whilst others backward to obey , Complaining of hard usage , run away . Curse his thin Beer , and rail at Suffolk Cheese , Forsake their Int'rest to pursue their Ease . One Crop no sooner runs , but in his room , A new comes laden with a welcome Sum. Thus by good-luck , assisted with small Thought , His thriving Pence to num'rous Pounds are brought . So Fortune's Minions from a low degree , Climb the top Branches of her golden Tree , There cull the precious Fruit , and with disdain , Behold th' unlucky Gape below in vain . He now looks big , and does to Pow'r incline , Will no small Parish Office serve , but Fine . The midnight King of Clubs he scorns to be , And to some Barber leaves th' Authority . Above his Neighbours he exalts his Horn , And with impatience waits-till chose Church-Ward'n ; Where Gain and Reputation jointly meet , And Homage makes the Office still more sweet . Of these two Compliments , there 's none more sure , Bows from the Rich , and Curses from the Poor . He and the Parson now grow wondrous great , And from the Paupers Box share many a Treat ; Whilst the starv'd Wretches , whose Relief they spend , By shameful Wants are hasten'd to their End. When thus elected Ward'n , the Church in hast , Must be repair'd , or else the Bells new Cast , A Gall'ry added , or an Organ rais'd , That Heav'n , with Hearts more chearful , may be prais'd ; The Steeple mended , or the Dial gilt , The Chancel painted , or a Porch new built , Not thro' a Christian Zeal , or good Design , To make the Temple of the Lord more fine , But his own Bags with Parish Cash to fill , By Coz'nage in the payment of each Bill , With which the Workmen knavishly accord , And make so large , they well may bate a third , Then bids 'em write , receiv'd the full Contents , And thus discov'ry of the Fraud prevents . So those who did the Project first invent , Of building Bedlam and the Monument , Like good Trustees , the Orphans Bank ingross'd , And sunk much more than both the Baubles cost . If any curious Christian should desire , To know who lin'd the Pews , or rais'd 'em high'r , The World may read , inscrib'd upon a Stone , John Sharp Church-Ward'n when these good things were done His Word goes current , now the City round , Reported worth at least Ten Thousand Pound . Great in his Company he 's also grown , Thro' ev'ry Station gradually has run , And greedy of that honourable sway , Is chosen Master next Election-Day : Who in his Liv'ry-Gown and Band precise , Looks very burly , and as gravely Wise ; At th'upper-end of th'upper Table sits , And culls from ev'ry Dish his dainty Bits . To th' Venson and the Fowl he gives applause , And stoutly labours Knuckle-deep in Sauce . At last the Custard sorely is opprest , B'ing pleas'd , he with full Mouth commends the Feast , And eats , by computation , seven Pound at least . Long has the Pulpit labour'd hard to free The City , from the sin of Gluttonie ; But still her Sons Heav'ns plenteous Gifts prophane , And Gormandize , like Beasts , not eat like Men. CANTO III. Now swell'd with Pride , he does Majestick grow , And with a Nod returns his Neighbour's Bow. In all Affairs , talks gravely as a Judge , And Bellies like a Hogshead in the boudge . Looks high , will none beneath himself regard , And often Dines with th' Alderman o' th' Ward . He 's now much alter'd , and the Change he keeps Each Day as constant , as at Night he sleeps . Establish'd in the World , he takes good Heart , And his Half-Pint he turns into a Quart. To th' Coffee-House too becomes a mighty Guest , And reads the News five times a Day at least . From whence he wisely does assert , 't is plain , The Duke of Anjou has no right to Spain ; But is for so dividing on 't , that some May go to ev'ry part of Christendom : Which he does eas'ly , as a Man may cut A Twelfth-Cake for the King , Queen , Knave , and Slut. Nay , and without Book tells , by strength of Head , How many Dogs are lost , or Horses stray'd : And gives the Marks , as if they 'd been his own , From the crop'd Greyhound , to the spavin'd Roan . Being now grown wond'rous Rich , he has a Call , By Summons , to the Blue-Coat Hospital . Where his wise , worshipful , and worthy Sir , Is chosen , for his Wealth , a Governour , In hopes he once will Charitable be , And leave 'em , when he dies , a Legacy . Proud of the Honour he attends each Court ; But does , like many more , nor good nor hurt . Who gaze about , and with each others Eyes , Twenty gray Heads behold to one that 's wise . He now so formal grows , the whole Machine , Moves as if German Clock-work rul'd within . His Actions tim'd to certain Minutes are , And ev'ry thing he does is regular . I' th' Morning , when the Parish Clock strikes Five , He ' wakes , and thanks the Lord that he 's alive . With Eyes turn'd up , Success does humbly pray , To all the Frauds projected for the day . Then raises from his Pillow his bald Crown , And jumps into his Slippers and his Gown ; Steps to his Counting-House , there sits till Eight , Consid'ring how to manage things of weight , Precisely at which Hour he starts in haste , And on a Toast and Cheshire breaks his Fast. Which being done , he lifts up Hands and Eyes , And thanks the L — d , at length , in holy wise . Then from his Seat of Ease he rises up , And belching , creeps down Stairs into his Shop : Where for two hours the thrifty Churl abides , And , for some Faults , his eldest Prentice chides ; Directs him in the bus'ness of the Day , What Goods to send abroad , what Sums to Pay. Then to some Neighbouring Coffee-House resorts , There fills his empty Head with false Reports . He reads and hears , and very wise is made , In some Affairs of State , and some of Trade : Sips off his Coffee , which to cool he blows , And o'er the wreaking Liquor hangs his Nose . Where the hot Steam condenses , and like Rain , Drops from his Snout into his Dish again . He drinks two Doses , till his Forehead sweats , And then commends it that it warms and wets . From thence to th' Tavern-Kitchin he adjourns , There takes a whet , and to his Shop returns . At Twelve his Dinner 's on the Table set , His Stomach being as ready as his Meat : But thro' good Husbandry does ne'er appoint Above one Dish , and that a thund'ring Joint . By'mself he Dines , his Wives and Children dead , Lonely his Table , and alike his Bed : Yet for such Losses no remorse can show . Wealth is the Spring , whence all his Pleasures flow : Gold is his Heav'n , no other Loss or Gain , Can give the Wretch delight , or cause his Pain . For half an Hour he feeds , and when he'as done , In 's Elbow-Chair he takes a Nap till One. From thence to Change he hurries in a heat , Where Knaves and Fools in mighty numbers meet , And kindly mix the Bubble with the Cheat. There barters , buys and sells , receives and pays , And turns the Pence a hundred several ways : At all he ventures , to be rich and great , And is in ev'ry Dealing Fortunate . In this great Hive , where Markets rise and fall , And swarms of Muckworms round its Pillars crawl , He , like the rest , as busie as a Bee , Remains amongst the Hen-peck'd Herd till Three . Then at Lloyd's Coffee-House he never fails , To read their Letters , and attend the Sales . There buys by Candle-Inch , but when he sells , By what he bought by Inch , he 'll gain by Ells. When this is over he to Shop repairs , And with sharp Eye inspects his Home-Affairs ; Examines what 's come in , and what 's gone out , Who has been here , what bus'ness 't was about . Then fills his Silver Box , Remember , John , If any asks , to th' Coffee-House I 'm gone . There sits an Hour , sips Ninny Broath , and Laughs , To see the Neighbouring Bucks contend at Draughts . Tir'd with this Sport , he to the Sack-shop goes , And brisks his Thoughts with a salubrious Dose . There meets a Club of Elders , like himself , Who live like Swine , and wallow in their Pelf . Where , in small Measure they the Fox pursue ; Call for Half-Pints that each may have his due : Which they repeat , till Sparkles in their Eyes , And scarlet Fevers in their Cheeks arise . Whilst the three Topicks of their sensless Chat , Is first of Trade , Religion , then the State , Which they with wild Conceits unmercifully Bait. When each grave Toper has imbib'd his Quart , Their dividends they pay , shake Hands and part . Now to his Turkish Soop again he comes , To qualifie the Wine 's aspiring Fumes . Then home he Jogs , talks smutty to his Maid , Eats a slight Supper , prays , and so to Bed. Thus he by Rule compleats each Days design , Has Hours for Coffee bus'ness , and for Wine ; And does the whole dispatch before Bow-Bell rings Nine . Cunning , Success , Severity , and Care , A Trader's Friends , and best Supporters are . For City-Knaves their Ill-got Wealth possess , By swallowing Fools , as greater Fish the less . CANTO IV. Now Old , his Conscience to himself looks black , And Pain and Sorrow bend his Aged Back . Decay in ev'ry feeble Limb appears , Whilst he bemoans the number of his Years . He Sighs , and does , with wishful Eyes , behold His Piles of Silver , and vast Sums of Gold : But with an anxious Breast , and troubled Thought , Groaning , remembers how 't was basely got . The Curses of old Age , the Gout and Stone , Torment the Wretch for the past Ills he'as done . Who for sweet Ease sollicits Heav'n in vain , And grows almost a Christian thro' his Pain . Still greater Mis'ries ev'ry Hour accrue , And the pale Foe draws nearer to his view : His Nerves grow weak , and his Distempers strong , His Intervals more short , his Pains more long , His fleshy Sides from City Banquets drawn , He finds consum'd into a Skeleton . His Appetite is gone , his Breath grown short , And all his lively Thoughts turn'd al-a-mort . Thus in these Conflicts he begins to Rave , Devided 'twixt his Treasure and the Grave : Have I my Life in Care and Slav'ry spent , And all my restless Thoughts t'wards Riches bent ! Where 's my Physician ? let him ease my Cough , And give me strength , be shall have Gold enough . Will nothing help me in my painful Fits ? Physick and Riches both , alas , are Cheats ! But shou'd I die , O how shall I attone , For all the Ills and Knav'ries I have done ! To those I 've wrong'd , what Measures shall I take , To own my Guilt , and Restitution make ? Many , alas , are Strangers , others dead ; Some Broke , and into distant Regions fled ! No , 't is impossible , ( the more 's my Woe ) To those I 've injur'd , I should Justice do ! There is but one way left , as I conceive , My Soul from threat'ning Vengeance to retrieve ; I must my Ill-got Wealth to Pious uses leave . Send for the Scriv'ner , Oh! it breaks my Heart , Alas , dear Gold , that thee and I must part . The Scribe approaches , arm'd with pointed Quill , Bows , Lies , and says , he 's sorry he 's so Ill. After some Talk , does all his Tools provide , Draws near the dying Penitent's Bed-side , Takes his last Testament by slow degrees , The Heads and Purport being chiefly these . Imprimis , I bequeath Five hundred Pound , To buy , near London , such a Lay-stale Ground . Item , Two Thousand Pounds I do allot , To build an Alms-house on th' aforesaid Spot ; Contriv'd commodiously to entertain , Twenty Old Women , and as many Men. Item , Ten Thousand Pounds I give , which shall , Endow my House of Charity withal : Blue Gowns , Shifts , Coals , and Candles to provide , And every one a Groat a Day beside . Item , Five hundred Pounds , with good intent , I give to beautifie the Monument . And that the Mad Folks may be kept more neat , Five hundred more to make new Bedlam sweet . Item , Two thousand Pounds , with good design , I do bequeath , to make Paul's work more fine . Item , To th' Blue-Coat Hospital I give , Two hundred Pounds , that my good Name may live , And place amongst their Benefactors have . Hoping their Boys will sing me to my Grave . Item , Ten Pounds I order to be paid , To each Man Servant , Twenty to my Maid , For the great Care she 'as in my Sickness shown , And other Reasons to my self best known . Item , Three hundred Pounds I freely give Amongst the Poor , within the Ward I live . A Gown and Cassock to the Parish-Priest , For his kind Promise of eternal Rest. A — B — C — D — Exec'tors I appoint , Of this my Last and only Testament , That they with all exactness may fulfil , Each part and Clause of this my dying Will. When Hand and Seal has giv'n it lawful force , Next Day he changes , and becomes much worse . Too weak to stir , he raves upon his Back , Death why so pale , and Conscience why so black . Where am I going ? Prithee Nurse more Air , Methinks I'm sinking down the Lord knows where , He gasps and stretches , strives , but cannot rise , Then ruttles in the Throat , and rowls his Eyes , Thus leaves his ill-got Treasure , and dispairing dies . FINIS .