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P. But how unequal it beftows, observe;

Since then, my Lord, on such a world we fall, 'Tis thus we riot, while, who sow it, starve : What say you? B. Say? Why take it, Gold What nature wants (a phrase I must distrust)

and all. Extends to luxury, extends to luit:

P. What riches give us, let us then inquire ? Useful, I grant, it serves what life requires, Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, But dreadful too, the dark aflailin hires.

clothes, and fire.

४० B. frade it may help, fociety extend

Is this too little ? would you more than live? P. But lures the pirate, and corrupts the friend. 30 Alas! 'uis more than Turner finds they give. B. It raises armies in a nation's aid :

Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions past) P. But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd. Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last! In vain may heroes fight, and patriots rave, What can they give? to dying Hopkins, heirs; II secret gold fap on from knave to knave.

To Chartres, vigour ; Japhet. nose and ears? Once, we confess; beneath the patriot's cloak, Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow, From the crack'd bag the dropping guinca (poke, In Folvia's buckle case the throbs below; And jingling down the back-liairs, told the crew, Or heal, old Narses, thy obscener ail, « Old Cato is as great a rogue as you."

With all th' embroidery plaister'd at thy tail ? 99 Bleft paper-credit : laft and be!! supply!

They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend) · That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! Give Harpax telf che blessing of a friend; Gold, imp'd by thee, can compass hardest things, or find some doctor that would save the life Can pocket states, can fetch or carry kings; Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife : A single leaf tall waft an army o'er,

But thousands die, without or this or that, Or sip off senates to some distant shore;

Die, and endow a college, or a cat. A leaf, like Sibyl's, scatter to and fro

To fome, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, Our fates and fortunes, as the wind shall blow: T'enrich a bastard, or a son they hate. Pregnaut with thousands flits the scrap unseen, Perhaps you think the poor might have their And filent sells a king, or buys a queen.

part; Oh! that such bulky bribes as all might see, Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his Still, as of old, encumber'd villainy!

SO
heart :

Igo Could France or Rome divert our brave de The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule signs,

That every man in want is knave or fool :
With all their brandies, or with all their wines ? “ God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes)
What could they more than knights and 'Iquires “ The wretch he farves”-and piously denies :
confound,

But the good bishop, with a meeker air,
Or water all the quorum ten miles round? Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care.
A statesman's slumbers how this speech would Yet to be just to these poor men of pelf,
spoil!

Each does but hatc his neighbour as himself : “ Sir, Spain has sent a thousand jars of oil; Damn'd to the mines, an equal fate betidės “ Huge bales of British cloth blockade the door : The slave that digs it, and the Nave that hides. 110 “ A hundred oxen at your levee roar.”

B. Who suffer thus, mere charity should own, Poor avarice one torment more would find; Must ad on motives powerful, though unknown. Nor could profusion squander all in kind. 60 P. Some war, fome plague, or famine, they Astride his cheese Sir Morgan might we meet:

forelee, And Worldly crying coals from street to street, Some revelation hid from you and me. Whom, with a wig so wild, and mien so maz'd, Why Shylock wants a meal, the cause is found; Pity mistakes for some poor tradesman craz'd. He thinks a loaf will rise to fifty pound. Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and What made director cheat in South-Sea year! hozs,

To live on venison when it fold dear. Could he himself have sent it to the dogs? Ask you why Phrync the whole auction buys ? His Grace will game: to White's a bull beled, Phryne foresees a general excile.

12 With spurning heels and with a butting head. Why the and Sappho raise that monstrous sum? To White's be carry'd as to ancient games, Alas! they fear a man will coft a plum. Fair coursors, vales, and alluring danes. 70

Wise Peter fces the world's respea for gold, Shall then Uxorio, if the takes he sweep,

And therefore hopes this nation may be sold : Bear him fix whoree, and make his lady weep? Glorious ambition ! Peter, swell thy store, Or soft Adonis, so perfum'd and fine,

And be what Rome's great Didius was before. Drive to St. James's a whole herd of swine ?

The crown of Poland, venal twice an age, Oh filthy check on all industrious skill,

To just three millions stinted modelt Gage. To spoil the nation's last great trade, quadrille! But nobler scenes, Maria's dreams unfuld,

Hereditary realms, and worlds of gold. 130

VARIATIONS.

VARIATIONS.
After ver, 50, in the MS.
To break a trust were Peter brib'd with wine,

Ver. 77. Since then, &c.] In thc former Ed. Well then, since with the world we stand or fall,

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Congenial fouls; whole life one avarice joins, Benighted wanderers, the forest o'er,
And one fate buries in th' Austrian mines. Curse the fav'd candle, and unopening door ;
Much-injur'd Blunt! why bears he Britain's While the gaunt mastiff, growling at the gate,
hate?

Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.
A wizard told him in these words our fate :

Not so his son: he mark'd this oversight,
“ At length corruption, like a general flood, And then mittook reverse of wrong for right.
" (so long by watchful ministers with tood) (For what to shun, will no great knowledge need ;
* Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, But what to follow, is a talk indeed),
“ Spread like a low-borne mift, and blot the sun; Yet sure, of qualities deserving praise,
“ Statesman and patriot ply alike the stocks, More go to ruin fortunes, than to raise.
« Peeress and butler there alike the box.

What slaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine, * And judges job, ard bishops bite the town, Fill the capacious 'squire, and deep divine ! < And mighty dukes pack cards for half a crown. Yet no mean motives this profusion draws, " See Britain sunk in lucre's sordid charms, His oxen perish in his country's cause; " And France reveng'd of Anne's and Edward's 'Tis George and Liberty that crowns the cup, « arms!"

(brain, And zeal for that great house which eats him up. 'Twas no court badge, great scrivener, fir'd thy The woods recede around the naked seat,

209 Nor lordly luxury, nor city gain :

The Sylvans groan—no matter-for the fleet : No, 'twas thy righteous end, alham'd to see Next goes his wool-to clothe our valiant bands : Senates degenerate, patriots disagree,

Lait, for his country's love, he fells his lands. And nobly wishing party-rage to cease,

To town he comes, completes the nation's hope, To buy both sides, and give thy country peace.

And heads the bold train-bands, and burns a Fope.
“ All this is madness," cries a sober sage: 151 And shall not Britain now reward his toils,
But who, my friend, has reason in his rage? Britain, that pays her patriots with her spoils ?
“ The ruling pallion, be it what it will,

In vain at court the bankrupt pleads his cause,
* The ruling paflion conquers reason fill." His thankless country leaves him to her laws.
Less mad the wildelt whimsey we can frame, The sense to value riches, with the art
Than even that passion, if it has no aim;

T'enjoy them, and the virtue to impart,
For though such motives folly you may call, Not meanly, nor ambitiously pursued,
The folly's greater to have none at all.

Not sunk by floth, not rais'd by servicude;
Hear then the truth : “ 'Tis Heaven each pal. To balance fortune by a just expence,
“ fion fends,

Join with æconomy, magnificence;
« And different men directs to different ends. With splendour, charity; with plenty, health ;
“ Extremes in nature equal good produce, IÓI Oh teach us, Bathurst ! yet unspoil'd by wealik!
“ Extremes in man concur to general use." That secret rare, between th' extremes to move
Afk we what makes one keep, and one beltow ? Of mad good-nature, and of mean felf-love.
That power who bids the ocean ebb and flow, B. To worth or want well-weigh’d, be bounty
Bids feed-time, harvest, equal course maintain,

given,
Through reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain, And ease, or emulate, the care of Heaven;

230 Builds life on death, on change duration founds, (Whole meafare full o'erflows on human race) And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds. Mend fortune's fault, and justify her grace.

Riches, like insects, when conceal’d they lie, Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffus'd;
Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. 170 As poison heals, in just proportion us'd :
Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, In heaps, like ambergris, a stink it lies,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor; But well dispers'd, is incense to the skics.
This year a reservoir, to keep and spare;

P. Who starves by nobles, or with nobles eats?
The next a fountain, spouting through his heir, The wretch that trufts them, and the rogue that
Lo lavish streams to quench a country's thirst,

cheats.
And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst. Is there a lord, who knows a cheerful noon

Old Cotra tham'd his fortune and his birth, Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon! 240
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What though the use of barbarous spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot? 180

VARIATIONS,
His court with nettles, moats with creffes stor'd,

After ver. 218, in the M3,
With soups unbought and sallads bless'd his board?

Where one lean herring furnish'd Cotta's board, 1 Cotta liv'd on pulse, it was no more

And nettles grew, fit porridge for their lord; Than Bramins, saints, and sages did before;

Where niad good-nature, bounty misapply'd,
To cram the rich, was prodigal expence,

In lavish Curio blaz'd a while and dy'd;
And who would take the poor from Providence ?

There Providence once more shall shift the scene,
Like some lone Chartreux stands the good old hall,

And shewing H--y, teach the golden mean.
Silence without, and fasts within the wall;

After ver. 226, in the MS.
No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound,
No poontide bell invites the country round: 190 Which W-n lost, yet B-y ne'er could find :

The secret rare, which affluence hardly join'd, "Tenants with lighs the smokeless towers survey,

Still miss'd by vice, and scarce by virtue hit,

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Whose table, wit, or modeit merit hare,

Shouldering God's altar a vile image Rands,
Un-elbow'd by a gamester, pimp, or player? Belies his features, nay extends his hands;
Who copies your's, or Oxford's better part, That live-long wig, which Gorgon's self might own,
To ease th' oppress’d, and raise the sinking heart? Eternal buckle takes in Parian stone.
Where'er he fines. oh fortune, gild the scene, Behold whae blessings wealth to life can lend !
And angels guard him in the golden mean! And fee, what comfort it affords our end.
There, English bounty yet a while may stand, In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung,
And honour linger ere it leaves the land

The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, 300
But all our praises why should lords engross! On once a finck-bed, but repair'd with straw,
Rite, honest muse; a:id sing the Man of Rofs : 250 With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw,
Pleas'd Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, The George and Garter dangling from that bed
And rapid severn hoarse applause resounds. Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red,
Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry Great Villers lies-alas! how chang'd from him,
brow?

That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim!
From the dry rock who bade the waters flow? Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove,
No: to the skies in uleless column-toft,

The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love;
Or in proud falls magnificently-loft,

Or just as gay, at council, in a ring
But clear and artless, pouring through the plain or mimick'd staresmen, and their merry king. 310
Health in the sick, and folace to the fwain. No wit 10 flatter, left of all his store !
Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows : No fool to laugh at, which he valued more.
Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? 260 There, vidłor of his health, of fortune, friends,
W'ho taugh: that heaven-directed spire to rise ! And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
4. The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies, His Grace's fate lage Cutler could foresee,
Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! And well i he thought) advis'd him, " Live like
The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread :
He feeds yon alms. house, near, but void of slate, As well his Grace reply'J, “Like you, Sir John ?
Where age and want fit smiling at the gate ; “ That I can do, when all I have is gone."
Him portion'd naids apprentic'd orphans blest, Resolve me, reason, which of these are worse,
The young who labour, and the old who reft, Want with a full, or with an empty purse? 320
Is a' y lick? the Man of Ross relieves, 269 | Thy life more wretched, Cutler. was confess'd,
Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives. Arise, and tell me, was thy death more bless'd?
Is there a variance? enter but his door,

Cutler saw tenants break, and houses fall,
B k'd are the courts, and conteft is no more, For very want; he could not build a wall.
Despairing quacks with curles fled the place, His only daughter in a stranger's power,
Ant sale attorneys, now an u'clels race.

For very want; he could not pay a dower.
B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue A few grey hairs his reverend temples crown'd,
What and so wish, but want the power to do! ['was very want that sold them for two pound.
Oh tay, what iunis that generous hand supply? What! even deny'd a crdial at his end,
What mines to twell that boundl. Is charity! Banish'd the doctor, and expellid the friend? 330

P.Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, What but a want, which yo perhaps think mad,
This man offeffive hundred pounds a-year.

Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had ! Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw Cutler and Brutus dying, both exclaim,

281 “ Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!" Ye hitele tars! lide your diminith'd

rays.

Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd?
B. and what no nionument, infcriprio , inne? Or are they both, in this, their own reward?
His race, his form, his name almost unknown? A knotty point! to which we now proceed.

P Who builds a church to Gud, and not to fame, But you are tir'dl'll teli a tale-B. Agreed.
Will never mark the marble with his name:

P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies
Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; 340
Of rich and prior makes all the hillory ;

There dwelt a citizen of fober fame,
Enough, that viriue fiilid the space between; A plain good man, and Balaam was hia name;
Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been. 290 Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth;
When Hopkins dies, a thousand lights attend His word would pass for more than he was worth.
The wretch, who living lav'd a candle's end; One folid dish his week-day meal affords,

An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's : (fure,
Constant at church, and Change, his gains were

His givings rare, fave farthings to the poor.
Afrer ver. 250, in the MS.

The devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold,

And long'd to tempt him, like good job of old: 350
Trace humble worth beyond Sabrina’s More,
Who sings noi bim, oh may he ting no more!

Ver. .87 Thus in the MS.
The regitter inrolls him with his poor,
Tells he was born, and dy'd, and tells no more. Ver. 337. In the former editions.
Ji ft as he ought, he fill'd the space bewveen; That knotty point, my Lord, Niall I discuss,

your blaze!

VARIATIONS.

VARIATIONS.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore,

That the first principle and foundation in this, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. as in every thing else, is good sense, ver. 40. Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds The chief proof of it is to follow Nature, even in sweep

works of mere luxury and elegance. Instanced The farge, and plunge his father in the deep; in architecture and gardening, where all must Then full against his Cornish lands they roar, be adapted to the genius and use of the place, And two rich shipwrecks ble is the lucky shore. and the beauties not forced into it, but resulting Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,

from it, ver. 50. How men are disappointed He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes : in their most expensive undertakings, for want " Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word; of this true foundation, without which nothing And lo! two puddings (mok'd upon the board. can please long, if at all; and the best examples Alleep and naked as an Indian lay,

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and rules will be perverted into something burAn honest factor Role a gem away :

dunfome and ridiculous, ver. 65, &c. to 92. A He pledgid ic to the knight, the knight had wit, description of the false taste of magnificence; So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.

the first grand error of which is, to imagine that Some scruple rose, but thus he cas'd his thought, greatness conlists in the size and dimention, in“I'll now give fixpence where I gave a groat; Read of the proportion and harmony of the " Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice whole, ver. 97. and the second, either in joining " And am so clear too of all other vice.

together parts incoherent, or too minutely reThe tempter saw his time : the work he ply'd; sembling,cr in the repetition of the fame too fre. Stocks and subscriptions pour oa every side, 370

quently, ver. Io5. &c. Aword or two of tallecarte Till all the dæmon makes his full defcent

in books, in mutic, in painting, even in preachIn one abundant shower of cent per cent,

ing and prayer; and, lastly, in entertainments, Sinks deep within him, and poffeftes whole,

ver. 133, &c. Yet Providence is justified in Then dubs director, and secures his soul.

giving wealth to be squandered in this manner, Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit,

since iç is dispersed to the poor and laborious Afcribes his gettings to his parts and merit; part of mankind, ver. 169, &c. (recurring to What lace he call'd a blening now is wit,

what is laid down in the first Book, Ep. ii. and And God's good providence a lucky hit.

in the Epistle preceding this, ver. 159, &c.] Things change their litles, as our manners turn : What are the proper objects of ma znificence, His counting-house employ'd the Sunday morn : and a proper field for the expence of great men, Seldom at church, ('twas such a busy life)

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ver. 177, &c. and finally the great and public But duly sent his family and wife.

works which become a prince, ver. 191, to the There (so the devil ordain'd) one Christmas tide end. My good old lady carch'd a cold, and dy'd. A nympl of quality admires our knight;

The exóremes of avarice and profufion being treat-, He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite; ed of in the foregoing epiftle; this takes up onc Leaves the dull cits, and joins (to please the fair) particular branch of the latter, the vanity of ex. The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air :

pence in people of wealth and quality; and is Firat, for his son a gay commillion buys,

iherefore a corollary to the preceding, just as Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies: 390 the Epistle on the Characters of Women is to His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife ; that of the Knowledge and Characters of Men. She bears a coron and p--x for life,

It is eqiiaily remarkable for exactness of method lo Britain's fenate he a feat obtains,

with the rest. But the nature of the subject, And one more pensioner St. S:cphen gains.

which is less philosophical, makes it capable of Aly lady falls to play : so bad her chance,

being analyzed in a much narrower compass. He mull repair it; cakes a bribe from France ; The House impeach him, Coningay larangues; 'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ The Curt forsake him, and Sir Balam hangs: To gain thore siches he can ne'er enjoy: Wise, ton, and daughter, Sacın! are thy own, Is it less strange, the prodigal should waste His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the crown; 480 His wealth, to purchase what he re'er can tale? The devil and the king divide the prize,

Not for himsell he fees, or hears, or eats;
And sad Sir Balaam curses God and dics.

Artists must choose his pictures, music, nieats;
He buys for Topham drawings and designs;
For Pembroke ftatues, dirty gods, and coins;

Rare nionkith manufc:ipts for Hearne alone,
E PISTLE IV.

And books for Mead, and butterflies for Sloane.

Think we all there are for himself? no more II TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OP BURLINGTON, Than his fine wise, alas! or fincr whore.

Por what has Virro painted, built, and planted :
Of the Use of Ricbes.

Only to show, how many tastes he wanted.
What brought Sir Vifto's ill-got wealth to ware?

Some dæmon whisper'd, " Vitto! have a taste." Tar vanity of expence in people of wealth and Heaven visits with a taste the wealthy foo!, quality. The abuse of the word cate, ver. 15. And needs no rod but Ripley with 3 rule.

TIE ARGUMENT.

See! sportive fate, to punish aukward pride, Or cut wide views through mountains to the plais,
Bids Bub, build, and send him luch a guide : 20 You'll with your hill or shelter'd feat again.
A ftanding sermon at each year's expence, Ev’n in an ornament its place rema:k,
That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence! Nor in an hermitage set Dr Clarke.

You show us Ron e was glorious, not profusc, Bt hold Villario's ten years toil complete;
And pompous buildings once were things of use. His quincunx darkens, his espaliers meet; 8
Yet thall (my lurd) your jult, your noble rules The wood supports the plain, the parts unite,
Fill half the land with imitating fools;

And strength of shade contends with strength of Who random drawings from your iheets shall

light; take,

A waving glow the bloomy beds display, And of one beauty many blunders make;

Blushing in bright diversities of day, Load some vain church with old Theatric state, With silver-quivering rills mæander'd o'er Turn arts of triumph to a garden gate; 30 | Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield, On some patch'd dog-hole ek'd with ends of wall; He finds at last he better likes a field. Then clap four flikes of pilaster on't,

Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus That, lac'd with bits of ruftic, makes a front.

ftray'd, Shall call the winds through long arcades to roar, Or fate delighted in the thickening Made, go Proud to catch cold at a Venetiar door;

With annual joy the reddening hoots to greet, Contcicus they act a true Palladian part,

Or see the tretching branches long to meet : And if they starve, they farve by rules of art. His son's fine taste an openevista loves,

Ost have you hinted to your brother peer, Foe to the Dyrads of his father's groves; A certain truth, which many buy too dear : 40 One boundless green, or flourish'd carpet views, Simething there is more needful than expence, With all the mournful tamily of yć ws: And something previ us ev'n to taste--'us sense : The thriving plants ignoble broom/licks made, God sense, which only is the gis of Heaven, Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade. And though ne fcience, fairly worth the seven : At Timon's villa let us pass a day, Aliglit, which i yourself you must perceive; Where all cry out, “ What lums are thrown aJones ano Le Nôtre have it not to give.

way To build, to plant, whatever you intend, So rroud, fo grand; of that stupendous air, Torcar the column, or the arch to bend,

Soft and agreeable come never there. To swell the terrace, or to link the grot;

Greatneis, with Timon, dwells in luch a draught In all, let nature never be forgot.

50 As brings all Brobdignag before your thought. But treat the goddels like a modeft fair,

To compals chis, his building is a town, Nor over dress, nor leave her wholly bare; His pond an ocean, hisj arterre a down : Let not each beauty every where be spy'd, who but must laugh, the matter when he sees, Where half the skill is decently to liide.

A puny infe&, thivering at a brecze! He gains all yoints, wh pleasingly confounds, Lo, what buge heaps of littleness around! Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds. The whole, a labour'd quarry ab ve ground, 110 Consult the genius of the place in all;

I'wo Cupids squirt before : a lake behind That tells i he waters or to rise or fall;

Improves the keenness of the liorthern wind. Or helys th' ambicious hill the heavens to scale, Hi gardens next your admiration call. Or scoops in circling theatres the valc; 60 On every fide you look behold the wall! Calls in the country, catches opening glades, Ny pleasing intricacies intervene, Joins willing woods, and varies shades from thades; No artful wildness to perplex the scene; Now breaks, or now directs th' intending lines; Grove nods at grove, cach alley has a brother, Paints as you plant and, as you work, designs. And half che platform jutt reflects the other. Still follow sense, of every art the soul,

The fuffering eye inverted nature fees, Paris answering part shall side into a whole, Trees cut to ftatues, ftatues thick as trees; Spontaneous beauties ali around advance,

With here a fountain, never to be play'd; Start ev'n from difficulty, Itrike from chance ; And there a summer house that knows no shade; Nature shall join you; time shall make it grow Here Amphitrite fails through my: tle bowers; A work to wonder at-perhaps a S:ow. 70 There gladiators fight, or die in flowers;

Without it, proud Versaillis! thy glory falls ; Unwa:er'd see the drooping fea-horse mourn, And Nero's terraces defert their walls :

And swallows rooft in Nilus' dully urn.
The valt qarterres a th' usand hands shall make, My lord advances with majefiic mien,
Lo! Cobham comes, and floats them with a lake: Smit wi h the mighty pleasure to be seen :

But soft-by regular approach-- not yet-
Firlt through the length of yon hot terrace sweat;

And when up tep steep flopes you've dragg’d your
After ver 22, in the MS.

Just at his ftudy-door he'll bless your eyes (thighs, Man bithops, lawyers, fratelmen have the skill His study! with what authors is itilor'd? To build, to plant, judge paintings, what you will?

In books, not authors, curious is my lord; Then why not hent as well our treaties draw,

To all their dated backs ke turns you round;

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