But Satan now is wifer than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds fweep The furge, and plunge his father in the deep; Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, And two rich fhipwrecks blefs the lucky fhore. Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks, He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes: "Live like yourfelf," was foon my lady's word; And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board. Afleep and naked as an Indian lay, An honest factor ftole a gem away: He pledg'd it to the knight, the knight had wit, So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit. Some fcruple rofe, but thus he eas'd his thought, "I'll now give fixpence where I gave a groat; "Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice"And am fo clear too of all other vice." 361 The tempter faw his time: the work he ply'd; Stocks and fubfcriptions pour on every fide, 370 Till all the dæmon makes his full defcent In one abundant fhower 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 is wit, And God's good providence a lucky hit. Things change their titles, as our manners turn: His counting-houfe employ'd the Sunday morn : Seldom at church, ('twas fuch a bufy life) Bat duly fent his family and wife. There (fo the devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide My good old lady catch'd a cold, and dy'd. 381 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: Firft, for his fon a gay commiflion buys, Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: 390 His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife; She bears a coronet and p--x for life. In Britain's fenate he a feat obtains, And one more penfioner St. Stephen gains. My lady falls to play: fo bad her chance, He muft repair it; takes a bribe from France; The Houfe impeach him, Coningsby harangues; The Curt for fake him, and Sir Balaam hangs : Wife, fon, and daughter, Satan! are thy own, His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown; 400 The devil and the king divide the prize, And fad Sir Balaam curfes God and dies. EPISTLE IV. TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OP BURLINGTON. Of the Ufe of Riches. THE ARGUMENT. Taz vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality. The abuse of the word taste, ver. 15. Vol. VIII. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing elfe, is good sense, ver. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow Nature, even in works of mere luxury and elegance. Inftanced in architecture and gardening, where all must be adapted to the genius and ufe of the place, and the beauties not forced into it, but refuiting from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed in their most expenfive undertakings, for want of this true foundation, without which nothing can please long, if at all; and the best examples and rules will be perverted into fomething burdenfome and ridiculous, ver. 65, &c. to 92. A defeription of the falfe tafte of magnificence; the first grand error of which is, to imagine that greatnefs confifts in the fize and dimension, inHead of the proportion and harmony of the whole, ver. 97. and the fecond, either in joining together parts incoherent, or too minutely refembling, or in the repetition of the fame too frequently, ver 105 &c. A word or two of falie tafte in books, in mulic, in painting, even in preaching and prayer; and, laftly, in entertainments, yer. 133, &c. Yet Providence is juftified in giving wealth to be fquandered in this manner, fince it is difperfed to the poor and laborious part of mankind, ver. 169, &c. [recurring to what is laid down in the firft Book, Ep. ii. and in the Epittle preceding this, ver. 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper field for the expence of great men, ver. 177, &c. and finally the great and public works which become a prince, ver. 191, to the cnd. The extremes of avarice and profufion being treat ed of in the foregoing epiftle; 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 Epifle on the Characters of Women is to that of the Knowledge and Characters of Men. It is equally remarkable for exactnefs of method with the reft. But the nature of the fubject, which is lefs philofophical, makes it capable of being analyzed in a much narrower compais. 'Tis ftrange, the mifer fhould his cares employ II For what has Virro painted, built, and planted: Only to fhow, how many tastes he wanted. What brought Sir Vito's ill-got wealth to watte? Some dæmon whifper'd," Vifto! have a taste."; Heaven vifits with a tafte the wealthy fool, And needs no rod but Ripley with a rule. H See! fportive fate, to punish aukward pride, You fhow 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 fhall take, 30 And of one beauty many blunders make; To build, to plant, whatever you intend, 40 50 60 Confult the genius of the place in all; That tells the waters or to rife or fall; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heavens to scale, Or fcoops in circling theatres the vale; Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Joins willing woods, and varies fhades from fhades; Now breaks, or now directs th' intending lines; Paints as vou plant, and, as you work, designs. Still follow fenfe, of every art the foul, Parts anfwering part- 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 Stow. 70 Without it, proud Verfailles. thy glory falls; And Nero's terraces de fert their walls: The valt parterres a thousand hands fhall make, Lo Cobham comes, and floats them with a lake: VARIATIONS. After ver. 22, in the MS. Muft bishops, lawyers, ftatefmen have the skill To build, to plant, judge paintings, what you will? Then why not Kent as well our treaties draw, Bridgman explain the gofpel, Gibbs the law? Or cut wide views through mountains to the plain, A waving glow the bloomy beds difplay, With filver-quivering rills mæander'd o'er- Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus ftray'd, 99 Or fate delighted in the thickening shade, Where all cry out, "What fums are thrown as way. So proud, fo grand; of that fupendous air, His pond an ocean, his parterre a down: A puny infect, fhivering at a breeze! Lo, what huge heaps of littlenefs around! The whole, a labour'd quarry above ground, 110 And now the chapel's filver bell you hear, That fummons you to all the pride of prayer; Light quirks of mufic, broken and uneven, Make the foul dance upon a jig to heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly ftare, Where fprawl the faints of Verrio or Laguerre, Or gilded clouds in fair expanfion lie, And bring all paradife before your eye. Toreft, the cushion and foft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite. 150 But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call; In plenty ftarving, tantaliz'd in state, Yet hence the poor are cloth d, the hungry fed; Health to himself, and to his infants bread, 170 The labourer bears: What his hard heart denies, His charitable vanity supplies. Another age fhall fee the golden ear And splendor borrows all her rays from sense. 180 Backto his bounds their fubject fea command, And oli obedient rivers through the land; These honours, peace to happy Britain brings; These are imperial works, and worthy kings. EPISTLE V. TO MR. ADDISON, Occafioned by his Dialogues on Medals. THIS was originally written in the year 1715, when Mr. Addifon intended to publifh his book of Medals; it was fome time before hewas Secretary of State; but not published till Mr Tickell's edition of his works; at which time the verfes on Mr. Craggs, which conclude the poem, were added, viz. in 1720. As the third Epiftle treated of the extremes of avarice and profufion; and the fourth took up one particular branch of the latter, namely, the vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality, and was therefore a corollary to the third; fo this treats of one circumftance of that vanity, as it appears in the common collectors of old coins; and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth. SEE the wild waste of all-devouring years! ΙΟ Ambition figh'd the found in vain to trust The faithlefs column and the crumbling buft: 20 Huge moles, whofe fhadow ftretch'd from fhore to The medal, faithful to its charge of fame, Through climes and agesbears each form and name: In one fhort view fubjected to our eye Gods, emperors heroes, fages, beauties, lie. With fharpen'd fight pale antiquaries pore, Th' infcription value, but the ruft adore. 1 ་ * ་ ། 1 40 This the blue varnish, that the green endears, Theirs is the vanity, the learning thine: 50 Oh, when shall Britain, confcious of her claim, Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame? In living medals fee her wars enroll'd, And vanquish'd realms fupply recording gold? Here, rifing bold, the patriot's honeft face; There, warriors frowning in hiftoric brafs : Then future ages with delight fhall fee How Plato's, Bacon's, Newton's looks agree; 60 Or in fair feries laurel'd bards be shown, A Virgil there, and here an Addifon. Then shall thy Craggs (and let me call him mine) On the caft ore, another Pollio, fhine: With afpect open fhall erect his head, And round the orb in lafting notes be read, "Statesman, yet friend to truth! of foul fincere, "In action faithful, and in honour clear; "Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, "Who gain'd no title, and who loft no friend; 72 "Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, "And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the muse he lov'd” EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT: BEING THE PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES: Advertisement to the firft Publication of this Epifle. THIS paper is a fort of bill of complaint, begun many years fince, and drawn up by fnatches, as the feveral occafions offered. I had no thoughts of publishing it, till it pleafed fome perfons of rank and fortune [the authors of verses to the imitator of Horace, and of an epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a nobleman at Hampton-Court] to attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my writings (of which, being public, the public is judge) but my perfon, morals, and family, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be requifite. Being divided between the neceffity to fay fomething of myself, and my own lazinefs to undertake fo aukward a task, İ thought it the shortest way to put the last hand to this epistle. If it have any thing pleasing, it will be that by which I am most defirous to please, the truth and the fentiment; and if any thing offenfive, it will be only to those I am least forry to offend, the vicious or the ungenerous. Many will know their own pictures in it, there being not a circumstance but what is true: but I have, for the most part, spared their names; and they may escape being laughed at, if they please. I would have fome of them to know, it was owing to the request of the learned and candid friend to whom it is infcribed, that I make not as free use of theirs as they have done of mine, However, I fhall have this advantage and honour on my fide, that whereas, by their proceeding, any abuse may be directed at any man, no injury can poffibly be done by mine, fince a nameless cha racter can never be found out, but by its truth and likeness. |