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Where once I went to church, I'll now go twiceAnd am so clear too of all other vice.'
The tempter saw his time: the work he ply'd; Stocks and subscriptions pour on every side, Till all the demon makes his full descent In one abundant shower of cent per cent, Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole, Then dubs director, and secures his soul.
Behold sir Balaam, now a man of spirit, Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit; What late he call'd a blessing, now was wit, And God's good providence, a lucky hit. Things change their titles, as our manners turn : His compting-house employ'd the Sunday morn: Seldom at church ('twas such a busy life), But duly sent his family and wife. There (so the devil 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 commission 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 pensioner St. Stephen gains. My lady falls to play: so bad her chance, He must repair it ; takes a bribe from France; The house impeach him, Coningsby harangues ; The court forsake 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.
Of the Use of Riches.
lity. The abuse of the word taste, ver. 13. That
A word or two of false taste in books, in music, in painting, even in preaching and prayer, and lastly iu entertainments, ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, since it is dispersed to the poor and laborious part of mankind, ver. 169, (recurring to what is laid down in the first book, Ep. ii. and in the Epistle preceding this, ver, 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper field for the expense of great men, ver. 177, &c. And finally the great and public works which become
a prince, ver. 191, to the end.
The extremes of avarice and profusion being treated of in the foregoing Epistle; this takes up one particular branch of the latter, the vanity of ex. pense in people of wealth and quality; and is there fore a corollary to the preceding, just as the epistle on the characters of women is to that of the knowledge and characters of men. It is equally remarkable for exactness of method with the rest. But the nature of the subject, which is less philosophi. cal, inakes it capable of being analyzed in a much narrower compass.
”TS strange, the misér should his cares employ
To gaiu those richès he can ne'er enjoy : Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste His wealth, to purchase what'he ne'er can taste? Not for himself he sees, or hears, or eats; Artists must choose his pictures, music, meats : He buys for Tophain drawings and designs; 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
For what has Virro painted, built, and planted ?
You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules Fill half the land with imitating fools; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take, And of one beauty niany blunders make;
Load some vain church with old theatric state, Turn arcs of triumph to a garden-gate; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patchi'd dog-hole ek’d with ends of wall; Then clap four slices of pilaster on't, That lac'd with bits of rustic makes a front; Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door: Conscious they act a true Palladian part, And if they starve, they starve by rules of art.
Oft have you hinted to your brother peer, A certain truth, which many buy too dear: Something there is more needful than
expense, And something previous ev'n to taste.--'tis sense ; Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And, though no science, fairly worth the seren: A light which in yourself you must perceive; Jones and Le Nôtre have it not to give.
Tu build, to plant, whatever you intend,
But treat the goddess like a modest fair,
Consult the genius of the place in all;
Still follow sense, of every art the soul,
Without it, proud Versailles ! thy glory falls ;
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete, His quincunx darkens, his espalier3 meet; The wood supports the plain, the parts unite, And strength of shade contends with strength of A waving glow the bloomy beds display, (light; Blushing in bright diversities of day, With silver-quivering rills meander'd o'er--Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more: Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, He finds at last he better likes a field. (stray'd,
Through his young woods how pleasd Sabinus Or sat delighted in the thickening shade,