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, fo grand; of that stupendous air,
Soft and Agreeable come never there.
Greatness, in Timon, dwells in such a draught
As brings all Brobdignag before your thought.
To compass this, his building is a Town, 105
His pond an Ocean, his parterre a Down :
Who but muft laugh, the Mafter when he sees,
A puny infect, shiv'ring at a breeze !

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Ver. 95. The two extremes in parterres, which are equally faulty ; a boundless Green, large and naked as a field, or a flourish'd carpet, where the greatness and nobleness of the piece is lefsened by being divided into too many parts, with scroll'd works and beds, of which the examples are frequent.

Ver. 96. mournful family of Yews ;] Touches upon the ill taste of those who are so fond of Ever-greens (particularly Yews, which are the most tonsile) as to destroy the nobler Forest-trees, to make way for such little orna. ments as Pyramids of dark-green continually repeated, noc unlike a Funeral procession.

VER.99. At Timon's Villa] This description is intended to comprize the principles of a false Taste of Magnificence, and to exemplify what was said before, that nothing but Good Sense can attain it.

all Brebdigrag] A region of giants, in the satires of Gulliver,

VER, 104.

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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 fide you look, behold the Wall !
No pleasing Intricacies intervene,

No artful wildness to perplex the scene ;
Grove nods at grove, each Alley has a brother,
And half the platform jult reflects the other.
The fuff'ring cye inverted Nature fees,
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;

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VER. 117, 118. Grove nods at Grove, each Alley has a brother, And half the platform juft reflects the other.] This is exactly the two puddings of the citizen in the foregoing fable, only served up a little more magnificently : But both on the same absurd principle of wrong taste, viz, that one can never have too much of a good thing.

Ibid. Grove nods at grove, etc.] The exquisite humour of this expreffion arises solely from its fignificancy. These groves that have no meaning, but very near relation hip, can express themselves only like twin-ideots by rods i

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as 'the Poet says, which just ferves to let us understand, that they know one ano:her, as having been nursed, and brought up by one common parent.

Here Amphitrite fails thro' myrtle bow'rs;
There Gladiators fight, or die in flow'rs ;
Un-water'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn, 125
And swallows rooft in Nilus dufty 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
And when up ten steep slopesyou'vedrag'd your thighs,
Just at his Study-door he'll bless your eyes.

His Study! with what Authors is it ftord ?
In Books, not Authors, curious is my Lord;
To all their dated backs he turns you round

; 135
These Aldus printed, those Du Sueil bound.
Lo fome are Vellom, and the rest as good
For all his Lordship knows, but they are Wood.

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VER. 124. The two Statues of the Gladiator pugnans and Gladiator moriens.

Ver. 130. The Approaches and Communication of house with garden, or of one part with another, ill judged, and inconvenient.

VER, 133His Study, etc.] The false Taste in Books ; a. satire on the vanity in collecting them, more frequent in men of Fortune than the study to understand them. Many delight chiefly in the elegance of the print, or of the binding; some have carried it so far, as to cause the upper Thelves to be filled with painted books of wood ; others pique chemselves so much upon books in a language they do not understand, as to exclude the most useful in one they do,


For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look,
These shelves admit not any modern book. 140
And now the Chapel's filver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the Pride of Pray'r :
Light quirks of Music, broken and uneven,
Make the soul dance upon a Jig to Heav'n.
On painted Cielings you devoutly ftare, 145
Where sprawl the Saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,
And bring all Paradise before your eye.
To rest, the Cushion and soft Dean invite,
Who never mentions Hell to ears polite. 150

VER. 141. The false taste in Music, improper to the subjects, as of light airs in churches, often practised by the organists, etc.

VER. 142. That summons you to all the Pride of Pray’r :) This absurdity is very happily expressed ; Pride, of all human follies, being the first we should leave behind us when we approach the sacred altar. But he who could take Meanness for Magnificence, might eafily manne Humility for Meanness.

VER, 145. - And in Painting (from which even Italy is not free) of naked figures in Churches, etc. which has obliged some Popes to put draperies on some of those of the best masters.

VER. 146. Verrio or Laguerre,] Verrio (Antonio) paint. ed many ceilings, etc, at Windsor, Hampton-Couri, etc. and Laguerre at Blenheim-castle, and other places,

VER. 150. Who never mentions Hell to ears polite.] This is a fact; a reverend Dean preaching at Court, threatned the

But hark! the chiming Clocks to dinner call;
A hundred footsteps scrape the marble Hall :
The rich Buffet well-colour'd Serpents grace,
And gaping Tritons fpew to wash your face.
Is this a dinner ? this a Genial room?

No, 'tis a Temple, and a Hecatomb.
A folemn Sacrifice, perform'd in state,
You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.
So quick retires each flying course, you'd swear
Sancho's dread Doctor and his Wand were there.
Between each A&t the trembling falvers ring, 161
From soup to sweet-wine, and God bless the King.

finner with punishment in " a place which he thought it not “6 decent to name in so polite an assembly.”

VER. 153. Taxes the incongruity of Ornament: (though sometimes practised by the ancients) where an open mouth ejects the water inio a fountain, or where the shocking images of serpents, etc. are introduced in Grottos or Buffets.

VER. 153. The rich Buffet well-colour'd Serpents grace,] The circůmstance of being well-colour's Mews this ornament not only to be very absurd, but very odious too; and has a peculiar beauty, as, in one instance of false Taste, viz. an injudicious choice in imitation, he gives (in the epithet employed) the fuggestion of another, which is an injudicious manner of it.

Ver.155. Is this a dinner, etc.] The proud Festivals of fome men are here set forth to ridicule, where pride deAtroys the ease, and formal regularity all the pleasurable enjoyment of the entertainment.

Ver. 160. Sancho's dread Do&tor] See Don Quixote, chap. xlvii.

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