<< Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice"And am fo clear too of all other vice."

The Tempter faw his time; the work he ply'd; Stocks and Subferiptions pour on ev'ry fide, 'Till all the Dæmon makes his full defcent In one abundant fhow'r of Cent. per Cent. Sinks deep within him, and poffeffes whole, Then dubs Director, and fecures his foul.

Behold Sir Balaam now a man of spirit, Afcribes his gettings to his parts and merit; What late he call'd a bleffing, now was Wit, And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit. Things change their titles, as our manners turn: His Compting-houfe employ'd the Sunday-morn: Seldom at Church ('twas fuch a bufy life)

But duly fent his family and wife.

There (fo the Dev'l ordain'd) one Christmas-tide, My good old lady catch'd a cold, and dy'd.

A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight; He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite: Leaves the dull Cits, and joins (to please the Fair) The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air: First, for his Son a gay Commiffion buys, Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: His daughter flaunts a Viscount's tawdry wife; She bears a Coronet and P-x for life.

In Britain's Senate he a seat obtains,

And one more Penfioner St. Stephen gains *.

-atque unum civem donare Sybillæ.

Juv.

My

My lady falls to play; fo bad her chance,
He must repair it; takes a bribe from France;
The House impeach him; Coningsby harangues ;
The Court forfake him, and Sir Balaam hangs :
Wife, son, and daughter, Satan! are thy own,
His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the Crown;
The Devil and the King divide the prize,
And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dies.

'Tis ftrange the Miser should his Cares employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy : Is it lefs ftrange, the Prodigal fhould wafte His wealth, to purchase what he ne’er can taste ? Not for himself he fees, or hears, or eats; Artists must chufe his Pictures, Mufic, Meats; He buys, for Topham, Drawings and Defigns; For Pembroke Statues, dirty Gods, and Coins; Rare monkish Manuscripts for Hearne alone, And Books for || Mead, and Butterflies for Sloane. Think we all these are for himself? no more Than his fine Wife, alas! or finer Whore. For what has Virro painted, built, and planted? Only to fhew, how many taftes he wanted.

A gentleman famous for a judicious collection of drawings.

Two eminent phyficians; the one had an excellent library; the other the finest collection, in Europe, of natural curiofities: both men of great learning and humanity.

What

What brought Sir Vifto's ill-got wealth to wafte?
Some Dæmon whisper'd, "Vifto! have a Taste."
Heav'n vifits with a Taste the wealthy fool,
And needs no Rod but Ripley with a Rule.
See! fportive Fate, to punish aukward pride,
Bids Bubo build, and fends him fuch a Guide:
A ftanding fermon, at each year's expence,
That never Coxcomb reach'd Magnificence!

You show us, Rome was glorious, not profufe,
And pompous buildings once were things of Ufe.
Yet fhall, my Lord, your juft, your noble rules,
Fill half the land with Imitating-Fools?
Who random drawings from your sheets shall take,
And of one beauty many blunders make;
Load fome vain Church with old Theatric state,
Turn Arcs of Triumph to a Garden-gate;
Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all
On fome patch'd dog-hole ek'd with ends of wall;
Then clap four flices of pilafter on't.

That, lac'd with bits of ruftic, makes a Front.
Shall call the wind thro' long arcades to roar,

Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ||;
Conscious they act a true Palladian part,
And, if they ftarve, they ftarve by rules of art.

The earl of Burlington was then publishing defigns of Inigo Jones; and the antiquities of Rome, by Palladio.

A door, or window, fo called from being much practifed at Venice, by Palladio and others.

Oft

Oft have you hinted to your brother Peer
A certain truth, which many buy too dear:
Something there is more needful than Expence,
And fomething previous e'en to Taste-'tis Sense :
Good Senfe, which only is the gift of Heav'n,
And, tho' no Science, fairly worth the seven :
A Light, which in yourself you must perceive ;
Jones and Le Nôtre have it not to give ‡.

To build, to plant, whatever you intend,
To rear the Column, or the Arch to bend,
To fwell the Terras, or to fink the Grot;
In all, let Nature never be forgot.
But treat the Goddess like a modest fair,
Nor over-drefs, nor leave her wholly bare;
Let not each beauty ev'ry where be spy'd,
Where half the skill is decently to hide.
He gains all points, who pleasingly confounds,
Surprizes, varies, and conceals the Bounds.

Confult the Genius of the Place in all;
That tells the Waters or to rife, or fall;

Or helps th' ambitious Hill the Heav'ns to scale,
Or fcoops in circling theatres the Vale;

Calls in the country, catches op'ning glades,
Joins willing woods, and varies fhades from fhades;
Now breaks, or now directs, th' intending lines;
Paints as you plant, and, as you work, defigns.

Inigo Jones, the celebrated architect; and M. Le Nôtre, the defigner of the best gardens of France.

Still follow Sense, of ev'ry Art the Soul,
Parts answering parts fhall flide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start ev'n from Difficulty, ftrike from Chance ;
Nature fhall join you; Time fhall make it grow
A Work to wonder at-perhaps a Srowl.
Without it, proud Verfailles! thy glory falls;
And Nero's Terraces defert their walls:

The vaft Parterres a thousand hands fhall make,
Lo! Cobham comes, and floats them with a Lake:
Or cut wide views through mountains to the Plaint,
You'll wish your hill or shelter'd feat again.
Ev'n in an ornament its place remark,
Nor in an Hermitage fet Dr. Clarke.

< Behold Villario's ten years toil complete ;
His Quincunx darkens, his Espaliers meet ;
The Wood fupports the Plain, the parts unite,

And ftrength of Shade contends with ftrength of Light;

A waving Glow the bloomy beds display,

Blufhing in bright diverfitics of day,

With filver quiv'ring rills mæander'd o'er-
Enjoy them, you; Villario can no more;

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The feat and gardens of the lord viscount Cobham, in Buckinghamshire.

This was done in Hertfordshire by a wealthy citizen, at the expence of above 5000 1. by which means, (merely to overlook a dead plain) he let in the North wind upon his houfe and parterre, which were, before, adorned and defended with beautiful woods:

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