Iwonderhowitcomestopassthattherehasneverbeenanylawmadeagainsthim。Againsthim，doIsay？Imeanforhim，asthereisapublicprovisionmadeforallothermadmen。Itisveryreasonablethatthekingshouldappointsomepersons（andIthinkthecourtierswouldnotbeagainstthisproposition）tomanagehisestateduringhislife（forhisheirscommonlyneednotthatcare），andoutofittomakeittheirbusinesstoseethatheshouldnotwantalimonybefittinghiscondition，whichhecouldnevergetoutofhisowncruelfingers。Werelieveidlevagrantsandcounterfeitbeggars，buthavenocareatallofthesereallypoormen，whoare，methinks，toberespectfullytreatedinregardoftheirquality。Imightbeendlessagainstthem，butIamalmostchokedwiththesuperabundanceofthematter。Toomuchplentyimpoverishesmeasitdoesthem。I
willconcludethisodioussubjectwithpartofHorace’sfirstSatire，whichtakeinhisownfamiliarstyle：—
Iadmire，Maecenas，howitcomestopass，Thatnomaneveryetcontentedwas，Noris，norperhapswillbe，withthatstateInwhichhisownchoiceplantshim，orhisfate。
Happythemerchant!theoldsoldiercries。
Themerchant，beatenwithtempestuousskiesHappythesoldier!onehalf—hourtotheeGivesspeedydeathorgloriousvictory。