Rare monkish Manuscripts for Hearne alone,
And Books for Mead, and Butterflies for Sloane. 10
Think we all these are for himself? no more
Than his fine Wife, alas ! or finer Whore,

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, “ Vifto! 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 sends him such a Guide : 20
A ftanding sermon at each year's expence,
That never Coxcomb reach'd Magnificence !

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VIR. 10. And Books for Mead, and Butterflies for Sloane. ] Two eminent Physicians; the one had an excellent Library, the other the finest collection in Europe of natural curiosi. ties; both men of great learning and humanity.

VER, 12, T ban bis fine Wife, alas ! or finer Wbore.] By the Author's manner of putting together these two different Utensils of false Magnificence; it appears, that, properly speaking, neither the Wife nor the Whore is the real object of modern taste, but the Finery only : “And whoever wears it, whether the Wife or the Whore, it matters not ; any further than that the latter is thought to deserve it best, as appears from her having most of it; and so indeed be: comes, by accident, the more fashionable Thing of the two.

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,

You fhow us, Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of Use. Yet shall (my Lord) your juft, 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 ; 30 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 ruftic, makes a Front, Shall call the wind 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

brother Peer, A certain truth, which many buy too dear : 40 Something there is more needful than Expence, And something previous ev'n to Talte --- 'tis Sense:

hinted to your

VER. 23. The Earl of Burlington was then publishing the Designs of Inigo Jones, and the Antiquities of Roma by Palladio.


After ver. 22. in the MS.

Must Bithops, Lawyers, Statesmen, have the skill
To build, to plant, judge painting, what you will ?
Then why not Kent as well our treaties draw,
Eridgman explain the Gospel, Gibbs the Law?


Good Sense, which only is the gift of Heav'n,
And tho' 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 fink the Grot;
In all, let Nature never be forgot.
But treat the Goddess, like a modeft 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.

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;


VER. 46. Inigo Jones the celebrated Archite&t, and M. Le Nôtre, the designer of the best Gardens in France.

VER. 57. Consult the Genius of the Place, etc. --- to designs, Ner. 64.] The personalizing or rather deifying the Genius of the place, in order to be consulted as an Oracle, has produced one of the noblest and most sublime descriptions of Design, that poetry could express. Where this Genius, while presiding over the work, is represented by little and little, as advancing from a simple adviser, to a creator of all the beauties of improved Nature, in a variety of bold metaphors and allusions, all rising one above another, till they complete the unity of the general idea.


Calls in the Country, catches op'ning glades,
Joins willing woods, and varies thades 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,
Parts answering 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

A Work to wonder at - perhaps a Stow.

Without it, proud Versailles ! thy glory falls ;
And Nero's Terraces desert their walls :
The vaft Parterres a thousand hands shall make,
Lo! COBHAM comes, and floats them with a Lake :

First the Genius of the place tells the waters, or only simply gives directions: Then he belps th' ambitious bill, or is a fellow-labourer : Then again he scoops the circling Theatre, or works alone, or in chief. Afterwards, rising fast in our idea of dignity, he calls in the country, alluding to the orders of princes in their progress, when accustomed to display all their state and magnificence : His character then grows fa. cred, he joins willing woods, a metaphor taken from one of the offices of the priesthood ; 'till at length, he becomes a Divinity, and creates and prefides over the whole :

Now breaks, or now directs th’intending lines,

Paints as you plant, and, as you work, designs, Much in the same manner as the plastic Nature is supposed to do, in the work of human generation.

Ver. 70. The feat and gardens of the Lord Viscount Cobham in Buckinghamthire,

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Or cut wide views thro' Mountains to the Plain,
You'll wish


hill or shelter'd feat again. Ev'n in an ornament its place remark, Nor in an Hermitage fet Dr. Clarke.

Behold Villario's ten-years toil complete ; His Quincunx darkens, his Efpaliers meet; 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 filver-quiv'ring rills mæander'd o'er Enjoy them, you ! Villario, can no more; Tird 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, 90 With annual joy the red'ning shoots to greet, Or see the stretching branches long to meet ! His Son's fine Taste an op'ner Vista loves, Foe to the Dryads of his Father's groves;

VER: 75, 76. Or cut wide views thra' 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 expence of above sooo l. 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.

VER. 78. --- set Dr. Clarke.] Dr. S. Clarke's busto placed by the Queen in the Hermitage, while the Dr. duely freQuented the Court. P. But he Tould have added ... with the innocence and disinterestedness of a Hermit.

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