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For what has Virro painted, built, and planted ? Only to show, how many tastes he wanted. What brought Sir Visto's ill-got wealth to waste ? 15 Some demon whisper'd, “ Visto! have a taste.” Heav'n visits with a taste the wealthy fool, And needs no rod but Ripley with a rule. See! sportive fate, to punish aukward pride, Bids Bubo build, and send him such a guide : A standing sermon, at each year's expence, That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence !

You show us, Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use. Yet shall (my Lord) your just, your noble rules, 25 Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take, And of one beauty many blunders make; Load some vain church with old theatric state, Turn arcs of triumph to a garden-gate ;

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VER. 18. Ripley) This man was a carpenter, employed by a first minister, who raised him to an architect, without any genius in the art; and after some wretched proofs of his insufficiency in public buildings, made him Comptroller of the Board of Works.

Ver. 20. Bids Bubo build, He means Bub Dodington's magnificent palace at Eastbury, near Blandford, which he had just finished. 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,

Bridgman explain the gospel, Gibbs the law ? Ver. 23.) The Earl of Burlington was then publishing the rigns of Inigo Jones, and the antiquities of Rome by Palladio.

Reverse 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 thro’ 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 : 40 Something there is more needful than expence, And something previous ev'n to taste —'tis sense : Good sense, which only is the gift of Heav'n, And though no science, fairly worth the seven : A light, which in yourself you must perceive ; 45 Jones and Le Nôtre have it not to give.

To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terras, or to sink the grot ; In all, let nature never be forgot. But treat the goddess like a modest fair, Nor over-dress, nor leave her wholly bare ; Let not each beauty ev'ry where be spy'd, Where half the skill is decently to hide. He gains all points, who pleasingly confounds, 55 Surprizes, varies, and conceals the bounds.



Ver. 46. Le Nôtre] The architect of the groves and grottos of Versailles : he came hither on a mission to improve our taste. Не planted St. James's and Greenwich parks,

Consult the genius of the place in all ; That tells the waters, or to rise or fall; Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale, Or scoops in circling theatres the vale ; Calls in the country, catches op'ning glades, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades! Now breaks, or now directs, th’ intending lines ; Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs.

Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, 65 Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole, Spontaneous beauties all around advance, Start ev'n from difficulty, strike from chance ; Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow A work to wonder at perhaps a Stow. 70

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 thro’ mountains to the plain, 75 You'll wish

your hill shelter'd seat again. Ev’n in an ornament its place remark, Nor in an hermitage set Dr. Clarke.



V'ER. 70. The seat and gardens of the Marquis of Buckingham. VER. 75, 76. Or cut wide views tbro' mountains to the plain,

You'll wish your bill or shelter'd seat again. This was done in Hertfordshire by a wealthy citizen, at the ex. pence of above 5oool. by which means (merely to overlook a dead plain) he let in the north wind upon his house and parterre, which were before adorned and defended by beautiful woods.


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-quiv'ring rills meander'd o'er

85 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.

Thro' his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd, Or sat delighted in the thick’ning shade,

With annual joy the redd’ning shoots to greet,
Or see the stretching branches long to meet !
His son's fine taste an op'ning vista 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 shade.

At Timon's villa let us pass a day,
Where all cry out, “ What sums are thrown away

!" So proud, so grand; of that stupendous air, Soft and agreeable come never there.



VER. 78. sel Dr. Clarke.] Dr. S. Clarke's busto placed by the Queen in the Hermitage.

VER.99. At Timon's villa] This description is intended to comprize the principles of a false taste of magnificence. T person intended was the Duke of Chandos.



Greatness, with Timon, dwells in such a draught
As brings all Brobdignag before your thought.
To compass this, his building is a town,

His pond an ocean, his parterre a down :
Who but must laugh, the master when he sees,
A puny insect, shiv'ring at a breeze !
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around !
The whole, a labour'd quarry above ground.
Two Cupids squirt before : a lake behind
Improves the keenness of the northern wind.
His gardens next your admiration call,
On ev'ry side you look, behold the wall !
No pleasing intricacies intervene,

115 No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other. The suff'ring eye inverted nature sees, Trees cut to statues, statues thick as trees; With here a fountain, never to be play'd; And there a summer-house, that knows no shade ; Here Amphitrite sails thro’ myrtle bow'rs; There gladiators fight, or die in flow'rs; Unwater'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn, 125 And swallows roost in Nilus' dusty urn.

My Lord advances with majestic mien, Smit with the mighty pleasure, to be seen: But soft-by regular approach -not yet First thro' the length of yon hot terrace sweat; 130 9



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