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First, for his Son a gay Commission buys,
EPI S T L E IV.
THE extremes of Avarice and Profufion being treated
of in the foregoing Epistle; this takes up one particular branch of the latter, the Vanity of Expence in people of wealth and quality; and is therefore 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 exadiness of method with the rest. But the nature of the subject, which is less philosophical, makes it capable
of being analyzed in a much narrower compass. 'T IS ftrange, the Mifer should his Cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:
For what has Virro painted, built, and planted ? Only to shew, how many tastes he wanted. What brought Sir Visto’s ill-got wealth to waste? 15 Some Dæmon whisper'd, - Vilto! have a Taste."
Heaven visits with a Taste the wealthy Fool,
You show us, Rome was glorious, not profuse,
your ornaments, and hang them all On some patch'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, 35 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 :
VARIATION. After ver. 22. in the MS. Must Bishops, Lawyers, Statesmen, have the skill To build, to plant, judge paintings, what you will? Then why not Kent as well our treaties draw, Bridginan explain the Gospel, Gibbs the Law?
Something there is more needful than Expence,
To build, to plant, whatever you intend,
Consult the Genius of the Place in all;
65 Parts answering parts shall fide into a whole, Spontaneous beauties all around advance, Start ev'n from Difficulty, ftrike from Chance ; Nature shall join you; Time shall make it grow A Work to wonder at-perhaps a Stow.
Without it, proud Versailles ! thy glory falls: And Nero's Terraces desert their walls : The vast Parterres a thousand hands shall make, Lo! Cobham comes, and floats them with a Lake: Or cut wide views through mountains to the Plain, 75 You'll wish your hill or shelter'd seat again. Ev'n in an ornament its place remark, Nor in an Hermitage set Dr. Clarke. Behold Villario's ten years toil complete ; His Quincunx darkens, his Espaliers meet; 80 The wood supports the Plain, the parts unite, And strength of Shade contends with strength of Light; A waving Glow the bloomy beds display, Blushing in bright diversities of day, With silver-quivering rills mæander'd o'erEnjoy them, you! Villario can no more ; Tird of the scene Parterres and Fountains yield. He finds at last he better likes a Field.
Through his young Woods how pleas'd Sabinus ftray'd, Or fate delighted in the thickening shade,
90 With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet, Or see the stretching branches long to meet ! His Son's fine Taste an opener Vifta loves, Foe to the Dryads of his Father's groves; One boundless Green, or flourish'd Carpet views, 95 With all the mournful family of Yews : The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made, Now sweep those Alleys they were born to fhade.
At Timon's Villa let us pass a day, Where all cry out, “What sums are thrown away!"