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That tells the waters or to rise or fall;
Or helps the ambitious bill the heavens to scale,
Or scoops in circling theatres the vale;

Calls in the country, catches opening glades,
Joins willing woods, and varies shades from shades,
Now breaks, or now directs, the intending lines,
Prints as you paint, and as you work designs.
Still follow sense,


art the soul
Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole,
Spontaneous beauties all around advance,
Start e'en from difficulty, strike from chance :
Nature shall join you ; time shall make it grow
A work to wonder at-perhaps a Stow.

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 cuts wide views through mountains to the plain,
You'll wish your hill or sheltered seat again.
E’en in an ornament its place remark,
Nor in a hermitage set Dr. Clarke.
Behold Villario's ten years toil complete,
His quincunx darkens, his espaliers meet;

And wood supports the plain, the parts unite,
And strength of shade contends with strength of light;
A waving gloom the bloomy beds display,
Blushing in bright diversities of day,
With silver quivering rills meander'd o'er
Enjoy them, you ! Villario can no more:
Tired of the scene parterres and fountains yield,
He finds at last he better likes a field.
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91 With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet, Or see the stretching branches long to meet!

His son's fine taste an opener vista loves, de Foe to the Dryads of his father's groves !

One boundless green, or flourished carpet views,
With all the mournful family of yews:
The thriving plants ignoble brooms ticks made,
Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade.

At Timon's villa let us pass a day,
Where all cries out, · What sums are thrown
So proud, so grand; of that stupendous air, 101
Soft and agreeable come never there.
Greatness, with Timon, dwells in such a drought
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, shivering at a breeze ! .

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around !
The whole a labour'd quarry above ground. 110
Two Cupids squirts before : a lake behind
Improves the keenness of the northern wind. ,
His gardens next your admiration call,

every side 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 just reflects the other.
The suffering 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 ;

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Here Amphitrite sails through myrtle bowers;
There gladiators fight, or die in flowers;
Unwater'd see the drooping sea-horse mourn,
And swallows roots 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 through the length of yon hot terrace sweat? 130
And when up ten steep slopes you've dragg'd your

Just at his study door he'll bless your eyes.

His study ! with what authors is it stored ?
In books, not authors, curious is my lord;
To all their dated backs he turns you round;
These Aldus printed, those Du Sueil has bound:
Lo some are vellum, and the rest as good,
For all his lordship knows, but they are wood.
For Locke or Milton, 'tis in vain to look ;
These shelves admit not any modern book. 140

And now the chapel's silver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the pride of prayer;
Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven.
On painted ceilings you devoutly stare,
Where sprawl the saints of Vei rio or Laguerre,
Or 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.

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 spew to wash your face.

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Is this a dinner? this a genial room?
No 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb.
A solemn sacrifice perform'd in state:
You drink by measure, and two minuits eat:
So quick requires each flying course, you'd swear
Sancho's dead doctor and his wand were there. 160

Between each act the trembling salvers ring,
F From sour to sweet wine, and God bless the king.

In plenty starving, tantalized in state,
And complaisantly help?d to all I hate,
Treated, caress'd, and tired, I take my leave,

Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve! 1

I curse such lavish cost and little skill,
And swear no day was ever pass'd so ill.

Yet hence the poor are clothed, the hungry fed i
Health to himself, and to his infants bread, 170
The labourer hears; what his hard heart denies,
His charitable vanity supplies.

Another age shall sce the golden ear
Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre,
Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann’d,
And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.

Who then shall grace, or who improve the soil?
Who plants like Bathurst, or who builds like Boyle.
'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense
And splendour borrows all her rays from sense. 180

His father's acres who enjoys in peace,
Or makes his neighbours glad, if he increase ;
Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil,.
Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ;
Whose ample lawns are not ashamed to feed
The milky heifer and deserving steed;
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But future buildings, future navies, grow :
Let his plantations stretch from down to down,
First shade a country, and then raise a town.

You, too, proceed ! make falling arts your care,
Erect new wonders, and the old repair;
Jones and Palladio to themselves restore,
And be whate'er Vetruvius was before :
Till kings call forth the idea of your mind
(Proud to accomplish what such hands design'd)
Bid harbours open, public ways extend,
Bid temples worthier of the God ascend;
Did the broad arch the dangerous flood contain,
The niole projected break the roaring main : 200
Back to his bounds their subject sea command,
And roll obedient rivers through the land:
These honours peace to unhappy Britain brings :
These are imperial works, and worthy kings.

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'This was originally written in the year 1715, when Mr. Addison intended to publish his book of medals ; it was some time before he was secretary of state; but not published till Mr. Tickell's edition of his works; at which time his verses on Mr. Crages, which conclude the poem, were added, viz. in 1720.

As the third Epistie treated of the extremes of avarice and pro• fusion; and the fourth took up one particular hranch of the latter, namely, the vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality, and was therefore a corollary to the third; so this treats of one circumstance of that vanity, as it appears in the common collectors of old coin; and is, therefore, a corollary to the fourth.

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