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Convenience to perplex him, art to pall,
Pomp to deject, and beauty to displease.

Oh! for a foul to all the glare of wealth,
To fortune's wide exhauftlefs treasury,
Nobly fuperior! but let caution guide
The coy difpofal of the wealth we fcorn,
And prudence be our almoner! Alas!
The pilgrim wand'ring o'er fome diftant clime,
Sworn foe of av'rice! not difdains to learn
Its coin's imputed worth; the deftin'd means
To smooth his paffage to the favour'd shrine.
Ah let not us, who tread this stranger-world,
Let none, who fojourn on the realms of life,
Forget the land is merc'nary; nor wafte
His fare, ere landed on no venal shore.

Let never bard confult PALLADIO's rules;
Let never bard, O BURLINGTON! furvey
Thy learned art, in CHISWICK's dome difplay'd ;
Dang'rous incentive! nor with ling'ring eye
Survey the window VENICE calls her own.
Better for him, with no ingrateful mufe,
To fing a requiem to that gentle foul

Who plan'd the sky-light; which to lavish bards
Conveys alone the pure etherial ray.

For garrets him, and squalid walls await,
Unless, prefageful, from this friendly strain,
He glean advice, and fhun the fcribler's doom.

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ET once again, and to thy doubtful fate

The trembling mufe configns thee. Ere contempt,

Or want's empoifon'd arrow, ridicule,

Transfix thy weak unguarded breast, behold!

The poet's roofs, the careless poet's, his
Who fcorns advice, shall close my serious lay,

When GULLIVER, now great, now little deem'd,
The play-thing of comparifon, arriv'd
Where learned bofoms their aerial schemes
Projected, ftudious of the public weal;
'Mid these, one subtler artist he defcry'd,
Who cherish'd in his dusty tenement
The spider's web, injurious, to fupplant
Fair ALBION's fleeces! Never, never may
Our monarch on fuch fatal purpose smile,
And irritate MINERVA's beggar'd fons
The MELKSHAM weavers! Here in ev'ry nook
Their wefts they fpun; here revell'd uncontroul'd,
And, like the flags from WESTMINSTER's high roof
Dependent, here their fluttering textures wav'd.
Such, fo adorn'd, the cell I mean to fing!
Cell ever fqualid! where the fneerful maid
Will not fatigue her hand! broom never comes,
That comes to all! o'er whofe quiescent walls
ARACHNE'S unmolefted care has drawn
Curtains fubfufk, and fave th' expence of art.
Survey those walls, in fady texture clad,

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Where wand'ring fnails in many a flimy path,
Free, unreftrain'd, their various journeys crawl;
Peregrinations ftrange, and labyrinths
Confus'd inextricable! fuch the clue
Of Cretan ARIADNE ne'er explain'd!
Hooks! angles! crooks! and involutions wild !
Mean time, thus filver'd with meanders gay
In mimic pride the fnail-wrought tiffue fhines,
Perchance of tabby, or of aretine,

Not ill expreffive! fuch the pow'r of fnails!
Behold his chair, whose fractur'd seat infirm... MA
An aged cushion hides! replete with duft
The foliag'd velvet; pleafing to the eye

Of great ELIZA's reign, but now the fnare

Of weary gueft that on the fpecious bed
Sits down confiding. Ah! difaftrous wight!
In evil hour and rafhly doft thou truft
The fraudful couch! for tho' in velvet cas'd,
Thy fated thigh fhall kifs the dufty floor.
The trav'ler thus, that o'er Hibernian plains
Hath fhap'd his way; on beds profufe of flow'rs,
Cowflip, or primrose, or the circ❜lar eye
Of daifie fair, decrees to bafk fupine.

And fee! delighted, down he drops, fecure
Of fweet refreshment, ease without annoy,

Or luscious noon-day nap. Ah much deceiv'd, ..
Much fuff'ring pilgrim! thou nor noon-day nap,
Nor sweet repofe fhalt find; the false morass vag 102
In quiv'ring undulations yields beneath

Thy burden, in the miry gulph enclos'd!

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And who would truft appearance? caft thine eye
Where 'mid machines of het❜rogeneous form
His coat depends; alas! his only coat,
Eldeft of things! and naplefs, as an heath
Of small extent by fleecy myriads graz'd.
Not diff'rent have I seen in dreary vault
Display'd, a coffin; on each fable fide
The texture unmolested seems entire.
Fraudful, when touch'd it glides to duft away!
And leaves the wond'ring fwain to gape, to ftare,
And with expreffive fhrug, and piteous figh,
Declare the fatal force of rolling years,

Or dire extent of frail mortality.

This aged vefture, fcorn of gazing beaux,
And formal cits, (themselves too haply scorn'd)
Both on its fleeve and on its skirt, retains
Full many a pin wide-fparkling: for, if e’er
Their well-known creft met his delighted eye,
Tho' wrapt in thought, commercing with the fky,
He, gently stooping, fcorn'd not to upraise,
And on each fleeve, as conscious of their use,
Indenting fix them; nor, when arm'd with thefe,
The cure of rents and feparations dire,
And chaẩms enormous, did he view dismay'd
Hedge, bramble, thicket, bush, portending fate
To breeches, coat and hofe! had any wight
Of vulgar skill, the tender texture own'd;
But gave his mind to form a fonnet quaint
Of SILVIA's fhoe-ftring, or of CLOE's fan,
Or fweetly-fashion'd tip of CELIA's ear.
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Alas!

Alas! by frequent ufe decays the force
Of mortal art! the refractory robe
Eludes the taylor's art, eludes his own;
How potent once, in union quaint conjoin'd!.
See near his bed (his bed too falfely call'd
The place of reft, while it a bard fuftains;
Pale, meagre, mufe-rid wight! who reads in vain
Narcotic volumes o'er) his candlestick,
Radiant machine, when from the plastic hand
Of MULCIBER, the may'r of BIRMINGHAM,
The engine iffu'd; now alas difguis'd

By many an unctuous tide, that wand'ring down
Its fides congeal; what he, perhaps, essays
With humour forc'd, and ill-diffembled fmile,
Idly to liken to the poplar's trunk

When o'er its bark the lucid amber, wound
In many a pleafing fold, incrufts the tree.
Or fuits him more the winter's candy'd thorn,
When from each branch, anneal'd, the works of froft
Pervafive, radiant ificles depend ?

How fhall I fing the various ill that waits
The careful fonneteer? or who can paint
The shifts enormous, that in vain he forms
To patch his panelefs window; to cement
His batter'd tea pot, ill-retentive vase?
To war with ruin ? anxious to conceal
Want's fell appearance, of the real ill
Nor foe, nor fearful. Ruin unforeseen.
Invades his chattles; ruin will invade ;
Will claim his whole invention to repair,

Nor,

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