<< 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, '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? You show us, Rome was glorious, not profufe, That, lac'd with bits of ruftic, makes a Front. Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door ||; 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 To build, to plant, whatever you intend, Confult the Genius of the Place in all; Or helps th' ambitious Hill the Heav'ns to scale, Calls in the country, catches op'ning glades, 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, The vaft Parterres a thousand hands fhall make, < Behold Villario's ten years toil complete ; 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- こ 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: VOL. I. L Tir'd 1 |