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, Calls in the country, catches op'ning glades, Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Without it, proud Versailles! thy glory falls; бо 65 70 The vast parterres a thousand hands shall make, Ev'n in an ornament its place remark, Nor in an hermitage set Dr. Clarke. Behold VER. 70. The feat and gardens of the Marquis of Buckingham. VER. 75, 76. Or cut wide views thro' 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 5000l. 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; The wood supports the plain, the parts unite, 80 And strength of shade contends with strength of light; With silver-quiv'ring rills meander'd o'er— Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, 85 Thro' his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd, Or see the stretching branches long to meet ! go One boundless green, or flourish'd carpet views, 95 The thriving plants, ignoble broomsticks made, 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, ΙΟΙ Greatness VER. 78. set 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. The person intended was the Duke of Chandos. 12 Greatness, with Timon, dwells in such a draught His pond an ocean, his parterre a down: My Lord advances with majestic mien, Smit with the mighty pleasure, to be seen: ; 120 125 130 And And when up ten steep slopes you've dragg'd your thighs, Just at his study-door he'll bless your eyes. His study with what authors is it stor❜d? And now the chapel's silver bell you hear, 135 140 Make the soul dance upon a jig to heav'n. On painted cielings you devoutly stare, 145 Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre. On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call; 150 Is VER. 146. Verrio or Laguerre,] Verrio (Antonio) painted many cielings, &c. at Windsor, Hampton-Court, &c. and Laguerre at Blenheim-caftle, and other places. Is this a dinner? this a genial room? 155 A solemn sacrifice, perform'd in state, And complaisantly help'd to all I hate, Treated, caress'd, and tir'd, I take my leave, 161 165 Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve; I curse such lavish cost, and little skill, And swear no day was ever pass'd so ill. Yet hence the poor are cloth'd, the hungry fed; Health to himself, and to his infants bread 17Q The lab'rer bears: What his hard heart denies, His charitable vanity supplies. Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre, 175 Who then shall grace, or who improve the soil? Who plants like BATHURST, or who builds like BOYLE. 'Tis use alone that sanctifies expence, And splendor borrows all her rays from sense. 180 His father's acres who enjoys in peace, Or makes his neighbours glad, if he encrease : |