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His daughter flaunts a Viscount's tawdry wife';
TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OF BURLINGTON.
Of the use of Riches.
Che Argument, THE vanity of expence in people of wealth and quality. The abuse of the word Taste, v. 13. That the first principle and foundation in this, as in every thing else, is good sense, v. 40. The chief proof of it is to follow Nature, even in works of mere luxury and elegance. Instanced in architecture and gardening, where all must be adapted to the genius and use of the place, and the beauties not forced into it, but resulting from it, v. 50. How men are disappointed in their most expensive undertakings, for want of this true foundation, without which nothing can please long, if at all, and the best examples and rules will be but perverted into something burdensome and ridiculous, v. 65, to 92. A description of the false taste of magnificence : the first grand error of which is to imagine, that greatness consists in the size and dimensions, instead of the proportion and harmony of the whole, v. 97 ; and the second, either in joining together parts incoherent, or too mi autely resembling, or, in the repetition of the same, too frequently,v. 105,&c. Aword or two of false taste in books, in music, in painting, even in preaching and prayer; and lastly, in entertainments, v. 133, &c. yet Providence is justified in giving wealth to be squandered is this manner, since it is dispersed to the poor and laborious part of mankind, v. 169. (Recurring to what is laid down in the First Book, Ep. ii. and in the Epistle preceding this, v. 159, &c.] What are the proper objects of magnificence, and a proper field for the expence of great men, v. 177, &c. and finally, the great and public works
which becoine a Prince, v. 191, to the end. 'T
is strange, the miser should his cares employ, To gain those riches he can ne’er enjoy ; Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste His wealth, to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Not for himself he sees, or hears, or eats ; 5
For what has Virro painted, built, and planted ?
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, Fill half the land with imitating fools, 26 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 rustic makes a front :
Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar,
Oft have you hinted to your brother peer,
To build, to plant, whatever you intend,
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 sensė, of ev'ry art the soul, 65 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 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 through mountains to the plain, You'll wish your hill or shelter'd seat again. 76 Ev'n in an ornament its place remark, Nor in an hermitage set Dr. Clarke.
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 : Fir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, He finds at last he better-likes a field. Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus
stray'd, Or sat delighted in the thick’ning shade, 90 With annual joy the redd’ning shoots to greet, Or see the stretching branches long to meet!