When they perceive they've drawn out every drop. Yet, I repeat, there are, who nobly strive To keep the sense of moral worth alive: Men who would starve, ere meanly deign to live On what deception and chican'ry give; And these at length succeed: they have their strife, 170 Their apprehensions, stops, and rubs in life; But honour, application, care, and skill, Shall bend opposing fortune to their will. Of such is Archer, he who keeps in awe Contending parties by his threats of law. He, roughly honest, has been long a guide In Borough-business, on the conquering side; And seen so much of both sides, and so long, He thinks the bias of man's mind goes wrong. Thus, though he's friendly, he is still severe, 180 Surly though kind, suspiciously sincere: So much he's seen of baseness in the mind, That, while a friend to man, he scorns mankind; He knows the human heart, and sees with dread, By slight temptation, how the strong are led; He knows how interest can asunder rend The bond of parent, master, guardian, friend, To form a new and a degrading tie 'Twixt needy vice and tempting villany. Sound in himself, yet, when such flaws appear, 190 He doubts of all, and learns that self to fear: For, where so dark the moral view is grown, A timid conscience trembles for her own; The pitchy taint of general vice is such As daubs the fancy, and you dread the touch. Far unlike him was one in former times, Famed for the spoil he gather'd by his crimes; Who, while his brethren nibbling held their prey, He like an eagle seized and bore the whole away. Swallow, a poor attorney, brought his boy 200 Up at his desk, and gave him his employ; He would have bound him to an honest trade, Could preparations have been duly made. The clerkship ended, both the sire and son Together did what business could be done; Sometimes they'd luck to stir up small disputes Among their friends, and raise them into suits. Though close and hard, the father was content With this resource, now old and indolent; But his young Swallow, gaping and alive 210 To fiercer feelings, was resolved to thrive:-- "Father," he said, "but little can they win Who hunt in couples, where the game is thin; Let's part in peace, and each pursue his gain Where it may start--our love may yet remain." The parent growl'd, he couldn't think that love Made the young cockatrice his den remove; But, taught by habit, he the truth suppress'd, Forced a frank look, and said he "thought it best." Not long they'd parted ere dispute arose; 220 The game they hunted quickly made them foes. Some house the father by his art had won Seem'd a fit cause of contest to the son: Who raised a claimant, and then found a way By a stanch witness to secure his prey.