EPISTLES TO SEVERAL PERSONS.

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Eſt brevitate opus, ut currat ſententia, neu ſe
Impediat verbis laſſis onerantibus aures:
Et ſermone opus eſt modo triſti, ſaepe jocoſo,
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae,
Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas conſultò.
HOR.

ADVERTISEMENT.

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THE ESSAY ON MAN was intended to have been compriſed in Four Books:

The Firſt of which, the Author has given us under that title, in four Epiſtles. The Second was to have conſiſted of the ſame number: 1. Of the extent and limits of human Reaſon. 2. Of thoſe Arts and Sciences, and of the parts of them, which are uſeful, and therefore attainable, together with thoſe which are unuſeful, and therefore unattainable. 3. Of the Nature, Ends, Uſe, and Application of the different Capacities of Men. 4. Of the Uſe of Learning, of the Science of the World, and of Wit: concluding with a Satyr againſt the Miſapplication of them, illuſtrated by Pictures, Characters, and Examples.

The Third Book regarded Civil Regimen, or the Science of Politics, in which the ſeveral forms of a Republic were to have been examined and explained; together with the ſeveral Modes of Religious Worſhip, as far forth as they affect Society; between which, the Author always ſuppoſed there was the moſt intereſting relation and cloſeſt connection; ſo that this part would have treated of Civil and Religious Society in their full extent.

The Fourth and laſt Book concerned private Ethics or practical Morality, conſidered in all the Circumſtances, Orders, Profeſſions, and Stations of human Life.

The Scheme of all this had been maturely digeſted, and communicated to the L. Bolinbroke. Dr Swift, and one or two more, and was intended for the only work of his riper Years: But was, partly thro' ill health, partly thro' diſcouragements from the depravity of the times, and partly on prudential and other conſiderations, interrupted, poſtponed, and, laſtly, in a manner laid aſide.

But as this was the Author's favourite Work, which more exactly reflected the Image of his ſtrong capacious Mind, and as we can have but a very imperfect idea of it from the disjecta membra Poetae that now remain, it may not be amiſs to be a little more particular concerning each of theſe projected books.

The FIRST, as it treats of Man in the abſtract, and conſiders him in general under every of his relations, becomes the foundation, and furniſhes out the ſubjects, of the three following; ſo that

The SECOND Book takes up again the Firſt and Second Epiſtles of the Firſt Book, and treats of man in his intellectual Capacity at large, as has been explained above. Of this, only a ſmall part of the concluſion (which, as we ſaid, was to have contained a Satyr againſt the miſapplication of Wit and Learning) may be found in the Fourth Book of the Dunciad, and up and down, occaſionally, in the other three.

[] The Third Book, in like manner, reaſſumes the ſubject of the Third Epiſtle of the Firſt, which treats of Man in his Social, Political, and Religious Capacity. But this part the Poet afterwards conceived might be beſt executed in an EPIC POEM; as the Action would make it more animated, and the Fable leſs invidious; in which all the great Principles of true and falſe Governments and Religions ſhould be chiefly delivered in feigned Examples. In purſuance of this deſign, he plan'd out a Poem on the ſubject of the fabulous BRUTUS, the great Grandſon of Aeneas: whoſe firſt and predominant principle he makes to be Benevolence; from this Ruling Paſſion ariſes a ſtrong deſire to redeem the remains of his countrymen, then captives amongſt the Greeks, from ſlavery and miſery, and to eſtabliſh their freedom and felicity on a juſt form of Civil Government. He had ſeen how falſe Policy, and Superſtitions and Vices proceeding from it, had cauſed the ruin of Troy; and he was enabled to avoid the one by the lights his countrymen, whom he had now gathered from their diſperſion, could afford him from their obſervations on the various policies of the Grecian Cities; and to reform the other by the Wiſdom he himſelf had gained in Italy, where Evander, as we are told by Virgil, had reformed the reigning Superſtitions:

Rex Evandrus ait: non haec ſollemnia nobis
Vana ſuperſtitio veterumque ignara Deorum
Impoſuit—

Thus qualified for the office of Legiſlation, he puts to ſea with a number of brave followers; enters the Atlantic Ocean; and after various traverſes (each of which produces ſome new leſſon of Politics) he arrives in Britain, where having ſurmounted many ſucceſſive difficulties, which bring him ſtill nearer and nearer to the point the poet aims at, he at length eſtabliſhes for his Trojans that perfect form of Civil Government which it was our author's purpoſe to recommend. The poem opens (of which very few lines of the introduction only were written) with Brutus at the Straits of Calpé, in ſight of the ne plus ultra on Hercules's Pillars, debating in councel whether he ſhould enter the great ocean.

The FOURTH and laſt Book purſues the ſubject of the Fourth Epiſtle of the Firſt, and treats of Ethics, or practical Morality; and would have conſiſted of many members; of of which the four following Epiſtles were detached Portions: the two firſt, on the Characters of Men and Women being the introductory part of this concluding Book.

EPISTLE I.
To Sir RICHARD TEMPLE, Lord Viſcount COBHAM.

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ARGUMENT of the FIRST EPISTLE.
Of the Knowledge and Characters of MEN.

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THAT it is not ſufficient for this knowledge to conſider Man in the Abſtract: Books will not ſerve the purpoſe, nor yet our own Experience ſingly, ℣ 1. General maxims, unleſs they be form'd upon both, will be but notional, ℣ 10. Some Peculiarity in every man, characteriſtic to himſelf, yet varying from himſelf, ℣ 15. Difficulties ariſing from our own Paſſions, Fancies, Faculties, &c. ℣ 31. The ſhortneſs of Life, to obſerve in, and the uncertainty of the Principles of action in men, to obſerve by, ℣ 37, &c. Our own Principle of action often bid from ourſelves, ℣ 41. Some few Characters plain, but in general confounded, diſſembled, or inconſiſtent, ℣ 51. The ſame man utterly different in different place and ſeaſons, ℣ 71. Unimaginable weakneſſes in the greateſt, ℣ 70, &c. Nothing conſtant and certain but God and Nature, ℣ 95. No judging of the Motives from the actions; the ſame actions proceeding from contrary Motives, and the ſame Motives influencing contrary actions, ℣ 100. II. Yet to form Characters, we can only take the ſtrongeſt actions of a man's life, and try to make them agree: The utter uncertainty of this, from Nature itſelf, and from Policy, ℣ 120. Characters given according to the rank of men of the world, ℣ 135. And ſome reaſon for it, ℣ 140. Education alters the Nature, or at leaſt Character of many, ℣ 149. Actions, Paſſions, Opinions, Manners, Humours, or Principles all ſubject to change. No judging by Nature, from ℣ 158 to 178. III. It only remains to find (if we can) his RULING PASSION: That will certainly influence all the reſt, and can reconcile the ſeeming or real inconſiſtency of all his actions, ℣ 175. Inſtanced in the extraordinary character of Clodio, ℣ 179. A caution againſt miſtaking ſecond qualities for firſt, which will deſtroy all poſſibility of the knowledge of mankind, ℣ 210. Examples of the ſtrength of the Ruling Paſſion, and its continuation to the laſt breath, ℣ 222, &c.

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YES, you deſpiſe the man to Books confin'd,
Who from his ſtudy rails at human kind;
Tho' what he learns, he ſpeaks and may advance
Some gen'ral maxims, or be right by chance.
[2] The coxcomb bird, ſo talkative and grave,
That from his cage cries Cuckold, Whore, and Knave,
Tho' many a paſſenger he rightly call,
You hold him no Philoſopher at all.
And yet the fate of all extremes is ſuch,
Men may be read, as well as Books too much.
To Obſervations which ourſelves we make,
We grow more partial for th' obſerver's ſake;
To written Wiſdom, as another's, leſs:
Maxims are drawn from Notions, thoſe from Gueſs.
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There's ſome Peculiar in each leaf and grain,
Some unmark'd fibre, or ſome varying vein:
Shall only Man be taken in the groſs?
Grant but as many ſorts of Mind as Moſs.
That each from other differs, firſt confeſs;
Next, that he varies from himſelf no leſs:
Add Nature's, Cuſtom's, Reaſon's, Paſſion's ſtrife,
And all Opinion's colours caſt on life.
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Our depths who fathoms, or our ſhallows finds,
Quick whirls, and ſhifting eddies, of our minds?
On human actions reaſon tho' you can,
It may be reaſon, but it is not man:
His Principle of action once explore,
That inſtant 'tis his Principle no more.
Like following life thro' creatures you diſſect,
You loſe it in the moment you detect.
Yet more; the diff'rence is as great between
The optics ſeeing, as the objects ſeen.
[5] All Manners take a tincture from our own,
Or come diſcolour'd thro' our Paſſions ſhown.
Or Fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thouſand dyes.
Nor will Life's ſtream for Obſervation ſtay,
It hurries all too faſt to mark their way.
In vain ſedate reflections we wou'd make,
When half our knowledge we muſt ſnatch, not take.
Oft in the Paſſions' wild rotation toſt
Our ſpring of action to ourſelves is loſt:
[6] Tir'd, not determin'd, to the laſt we yield,
And what comes then is maſter of the field.
As the laſt image of that troubled heap,
When Senſe ſubſides, and Fancy ſports in ſleep,
(Tho' paſt the recollection of the thought)
Becomes the ſtuff of which our dream is wrought:
Something as dim to our internal view,
Is thus, perhaps, the cauſe of moſt we do.
True, ſome are open, and to all men known;
Others ſo very cloſe, they're hid from none;
(So Darkneſs ſtrikes the ſenſe no leſs than Light)
Thus gracious CHANDOS is belov'd at ſight,
And ev'ry child hates Shylock, tho' his ſoul
Still ſits at ſquat, and peeps not from its hole.
At half mankind when gen'rous Manly raves,
All know 'tis Virtue, for he thinks them knaves:
When univerſal homage Umbra pays,
All ſee 'tis Vice, and itch of vulgar praiſe.
[7] When Flatt'ry glares, all hate it in a Queen,
While one there is who charms us with his Spleen,
But theſe plain Characters we rarely find;
Tho' ſtrong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind:
Or puzzling Contraries confound the whole,
Or Affectations quite reverſe the ſoul.
The Dull, flat Falſhood ſerves for policy,
And in the Cunning, Truth itſelf's a lye:
Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wiſe,
The Fool lies hid in inconſiſtencies.
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See the ſame man, in vigour, in the gout;
Alone, in company; in place, or out;
Early at Bus'neſs, and at Hazard late;
Mad at a Fox-chace, wiſe at a Debate;
Drunk at a Borough, civil at a Ball,
Friendly at Hackney, faithleſs at Whitehall.
Catius is ever moral, ever grave,
Thinks who endures a knave, is next a knave,
Save juſt at dinner — then prefers, no doubt,
A Rogue with Ven'ſon to a Saint without.
Who would not praiſe Patritio's high deſert,
His hand unſtain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehenſive head! all Int'reſts weigh'd,
All Euprope ſav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.
He thanks you not, his pride is in Picquette,
New-market-fame, and judgment at a Bett.
What made (ſay Montagne, or more ſage Charron!)
Otho a warrior, Cromwell a buffoon?
[9] A perjur'd Prince a leaden Saint revere,
A godleſs Regent tremble at a Star?
The throne a Bigot keep, a Genius quit,
Faithleſs thro' Piety, and dup'd thro' Wit?
Europe a Woman, Child, or Dotard rule,
And juſt her wiſeſt monarch made a fool.
Know, God and Nature only are the ſame:
In Man, the judgment ſhoots at flying game,
[10] A bird of paſſage! gone as ſoon as found,
Now in the Moon perhaps, now under ground.
In vain the Sage, with retroſpective eye,
Would from th' apparent What conclude the Why,
[11] Infer the Motive from the Deed, and ſhew,
That what we chanc'd was what we meant to do.
Behold! If Fortune or a Miſtreſs frowns,
Some plunge in bus'neſs, others ſhave their crowns:
To eaſe the Soul of one oppreſſive weight,
This quits an Empire, that embroils a State:
The ſame aduſt complexion has impell'd
Charles to the Convent, Philip to the Field.
Not always Actions ſhew the man: we find
Who does a kindneſs, is not therefore kind,
[12] Perhaps Proſperity becalm'd his breaſt,
Perhaps the Wind juſt ſhifted from the eaſt:
Not therefore humble he who ſeeks retreat,
Pride guides his ſteps, and bids him ſhun the great:
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave,
He dreads a death-bed like the meaneſt ſlave:
Who reaſons wiſely is not therefore wiſe,
His pride in Reas'ning, not in Acting lies.
But grant that Actions beſt diſcover man;
Take the moſt ſtrong, and ſort them as you can,
The few that glare each character muſt mark,
You balance not the many in the dark.
[13] What will you do with ſuch as diſagree?
Suppreſs them, or miſcall them Policy?
Muſt then at once (the character to ſave)
The plain rough Hero turn a crafty Knave?
Alas! in truth the man but chang'd his mind,
Perhaps was ſick, in love, or had not din'd.
Aſk why from Britain Caeſar would retreat?
Caeſar himſelf might whiſper he was beat.
Why riſk the world's great empire for a Punk?
Caeſar perhaps might anſwer he was drunk.
But ſage hiſtorians! 'tis your taſk to prove
One action Conduct; one, heroic Love.
'Tis from high Life high Characters are drawn;
A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn;
[14] A Judge is juſt, a Chanc'lor juſter ſtill;
A Gownman, learn'd; a Biſhop, what you will;
Wife, if a Miniſter; but, if a King,
More wife, more learn'd, more juſt, more ev'ry thing.
Court-virtues bear, like Gems, the higheſt rate,
Born where Heav'n's influence ſcarce can penetrate:
In life's low vale, the ſoil the virtues like,
They pleaſe as Beauties, here as Wonders ſtrike.
Tho' the ſame Sun with all-diffuſive rays
Bluſh in the Roſe, and in the Diamond blaze,
We prize the ſtronger effort of his pow'r,
And juſtly ſet the Gem above the Flow'r.
'Tis Education forms the common mind,
Juſt as the Twig is bent, the Tree's inclin'd.
Boaſtful and rough, your firſt ſon is a 'Squire;
The next a Tradeſman, meek, and much a lyar;
[15] Tom ſtruts a Soldier, open, bold, and brave;
Will ſneaks a Scriv'ner, an exceeding knave:
Is he a Churchman? then he's fond of pow'r:
A Quaker? fly: A Preſbyterian? ſow'r:
A ſmart Free-thinker? all things in an hour.
Aſk men's Opinions: Scoto now ſhall tell
How Trade increaſes, and the World goes well;
Strike off his Penſion, by the ſetting ſun,
And Britain, if not Europe, is undone.
That gay Free-thinker, a fine talker once,
What turns him now a ſtupid ſilent dunce?
Some God, or Spirit he has lately found,
Or chanc'd to meet a Miniſter that frown'd.
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Judge we by Nature? Habit can efface,
Int'reſt o'ercome, or Policy take place:
By Actions? thoſe Uncertainty divides:
By Paſſions? theſe Diſſimulation hides:
Opinions? they ſtill take a wider range:
Find, if you can, in what you cannot change.
Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes,
Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.
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Search then the Ruling Paſſion: There, alone,
The Wild are conſtant, and the Cunning known;
The Fool conſiſtent, and the Falſe ſincere;
Prieſts, Princes, Women, no diſſemblers here.
This clue once found, unravels all the reſt,
The proſpect clears, and Wharton ſtands confeſt.
Wharton, the ſcorn and wonder of our days,
Whoſe ruling Paſſion was the Luſt of Praiſe;
Born with whate'er could win it from the Wiſe,
Women and Fools muſt like him or he dies;
Tho' wond'ring Senates hung on all he ſpoke,
The Club muſt hail him maſter of the joke.
Shall parts ſo various aim at nothing new?
He'll ſhine a Tully and a Wilmot too.
[18] Then turns repentant, and his God adores
With the ſame ſpirit that he drinks and whores;
Enough if all around him but admire,
And now the Punk applaud, and now the Fryer.
Thus with each gift of nature and of art,
And wanting nothing but an honeſt heart;
Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt,
And moſt contemptible, to ſhun contempt;
His Paſſion ſtill, to covet gen'ral praiſe,
His Life, to forfeit it a thouſand ways;
A conſtant Bounty which no friend has made;
An angel Tongue, which no man can perſuade;
A Fool, with more of Wit than half mankind,
Too raſh for Thought, for Action too refin'd:
A Tyrant to the wife his heart approves;
A Rebel to the very king he loves;
[19] He dies, ſad out-caſt of each church and ſtate,
And (harder ſtill) flagitious, yet not great!
Aſk you why Wharton broke thro' ev'ry rule?
'Twas all for fear the Knaves ſhould call him Fool.
Nature well known, no prodigies remain,
Comets are regular, and Wharton plain.
Yet, in this ſearch, the wiſeſt may miſtake,
If ſecond qualities for firſt they take.
[20] When Catiline by rapine ſwell'd his ſtore,
When Caeſar made a noble dame a whore,
In this the Luſt, in that the Avarice
Were means, not ends; Ambition was the vice.
That very Caeſar, born in Scipio's days,
Had aim'd, like him, by Chaſtity at praiſe.
Lucullus, when Frugality could charm,
Had roaſted turnips in the Sabin farm.
In vain th' obſerver eyes the builder's toil,
But quite miſtakes the ſcaffold for the pile.
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In this one Paſſion man can ſtrength enjoy,
As Fits give vigour, juſt when they deſtroy.
Time, that on all things lays his lenient hand,
Yet tames not this; it ſticks to our laſt ſand.
Conſiſtent in our follies and our ſins,
Here honeſt Nature ends as ſhe begins.
Old Politicians chew on wiſdom paſt,
And totter on in bus'neſs to the laſt;
As weak, as earneſt, and as gravely out,
As ſober Laneſb'row dancing in the gout.
Behold a rev'rend fire, whom want of grace
Has made the father of a nameleſs race,
[22] Shov'd from the wall perhaps, or rudely preſs'd
By his own ſon, that paſſes by unbleſs'd:
Still to his wench he crawls on knocking knees,
And envies ev'ry ſparrow that he ſees.
A ſalmon's belly, Helluo, was thy ſate,
The doctor call'd, declares all help too late.
Mercy! cries Helluo, mercy on my ſoul!
Is there no hope? Alas! — then bring the jowl.
The frugal Crone, whom praying prieſts attend,
Still tries to ſave the hallow'd taper's end,
Collects her breath, as ebbing life retires,
For one puff more, and in that puff expires.
" Odious!" in woollen! 'twould a Saint provoke,
(Were the laſt words that poor Narciſſa ſpoke)
" No, let a charming Chintz, and Bruſſels face
" Wrap my cold limbs, and ſhade my lifeleſs face:
" One would not, ſure, be frightful when one's dead —
" And — Betty — give this Cheek a little Red."
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The Courtier ſmooth, who forty years had ſhin'd
An humble ſervant to all human kind,
Juſt brought out this, when ſcarce his tongue could ſtir,
" If — where I'm going — I could ſerve you, Sir?
" I give and I deviſe, (old Euclio ſaid,
And ſigh'd) "My lands and tenements to Ned.
Your money, Sir; "My money Sir, what all?
" Why, — if I muſt — (then wept) I give it Paul.
The Manor, Sir? — The Manor! hold, he cry'd,
" Not that, — I cannot part with that" — and dy'd.
And you! brave COBHAM, to the lateſt breath
Shall feel your ruling paſſion ſtrong in death:
Such in thoſe moments as in all the paſt,
" Oh, ſave my Country, Heav'n!" ſhall be your laſt.

COMMENTARY.

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EPISTLE I.] This Epiſtle is divided into three principal parts or members: The Firſt [from ℣ 1 to 99.] treats of the difficulties in coming at the Knowledge and true Characters of Men.—The Second [from ℣ 98 to 173.] of the wrong means which both Philoſophers and Men of the World have employed in ſurmounting thoſe difficulties. And the Third [from ℣ 174 to the end] treats of the right means with directions for the application of them.

I.

VER. 1.
Yes, you deſpiſe the man, &c.]

The Epiſtle is introduced [from ℣ 1 to 15] in obſerving, that the Knowledge of Men is neither to be gained by Books nor Experience alone, but by the joint uſe of both; for that the Maxims of the Philoſopher, and the Concluſions of the Man of the World can, ſeparately, but ſupply a vague and ſuperficial knowledge: And often not ſo much, as thoſe Maxims are founded in the abſtract notions of the writer; and theſe concluſions are drawn from the uncertain conjectures of the obſerver: But when the writer joins his ſpeculation to the experience of the obſerver, his notions are rectified into principles; and when the obſerver regulates his experience on the general principles of the writer, his conjectures advance into ſcience. Such is the reaſoning of this introduction; which beſides its propriety to the general ſubject of the Epiſtle, has a peculiar relation to each of its parts or members: For the cauſes of the difficulty in coming at the knowledge and characters of men, explained in the Firſt, will ſhew the importance of what is here delivered, of the joint aſſiſtance [2] of ſpeculation and practice to ſurmount it; and the wrong means which both philoſophers and men of the world have employed in overcoming thoſe difficulties diſcourſed of in the Second, have their ſource here deduced, which is ſeen to be a ſeparate adherence of each to his own method of ſtudying men, and a mutual contempt of the others. Laſtly, the right means delivered in the Third, will be of little uſe in the application, without the direction here delivered: For tho' obſervation diſcovered a ruling paſſion, yet, without a philoſophic knowledge of the human mind, we may eaſily miſtake a ſecondary and ſubſidiary paſſion for the principal, and ſo be never the nearer in the Knowledge of Men. But the elegant and eaſy Form of the introduction equals the Propriety of its matter; for the Epiſtle being addreſſed to a noble perſon, diſtinguiſhed for his knowledge of the World, it opens, as it were, in the midſt of a familiar converſe, which lets us at once into his character; where the poet, by affecting only to ridicule the uſeleſs Knowledge of Men confined to Books, and under the appearance of extolling only that acquired by the World, artfully inſinuates how equally defective this may be, when conducted on the ſame narrow principle: Which is too often the caſe, as men of the world are more than ordinarily prejudiced in favour of their own obſervations for the ſake of the obſerver, and, for the ſame reaſon, leſs indulgent to the diſcoveries of others.

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VER. 15.
There's ſome peculiar, &c.]

The poet enters on the Firſt diviſion of his ſubject, the difficulties of coming at the Knowledge and true Characters of Men. The I. cauſe of this difficulty, which he proſecutes from ℣ 14 to 19. is the great diverſity of Characters, of which, to abate our wonder, and not diſcourage our inquiry, he only deſires we would grant him

— but as many ſorts of Mind as Moſs.

Hereby artfully inſinuating, that if Nature has varied the moſt worthleſs vegetable into above three hundred ſpecies, we need not wonder at the like diverſity in the human mind: And if a variety in that vegetable has been thought of importance enough to employ the leiſure of a ſerious enquirer, much more will the ſame quality in this maſter-piece of Nature deſerve our ſtudy and attention.

VER. 19.
That each from other differs, &c.]

A ſecond cauſe of this difficulty [from ℣ 18 to 21.] is Man's inconſtancy, whereby not only one man differs from another, but each man from himſelf.

VER. 21.
Add Nature's, &c.]

A third cauſe [from ℣ 20 to 23.] is that obſcurity thrown over the Characters of men, thro' the ſtrife and conteſt between nature and cuſtom, between reaſon and appetite, between truth and opinion. And as moſt men, [4] either thro' education, temperature, or profeſſion, have their Characters warp'd by cuſtom, appetite, and opinion, the obſcurity ariſing from thence almoſt univerſal.

VER. 23.
Our depths who fathoms, &c.]

A fourth cauſe from ℣ 20 to 25. is deep diſſimulation, and reſtleſs caprice, whereby the ſhallows of the mind are as difficult to be found, as the depths of it to be fathom'd.

VER. 25.
On human actions, &c.]

A fifth cauſe [from ℣ 24 to 31.] is the ſudden change of his Principle of action, either on the point of its being laid open and detected, or thro' mere inconſtancy.

VER. 31.
Yet more; the difference, &c.]

Hitherto the poet hath ſpoken of the cauſes of difficulty ariſing from the obſeurity of the Object; he now comes to thoſe which proceed from defects in the Obſerver. The Firſt of which, and a ſixth cauſe of difficulty, he ſhews [from ℣ 30 to 57.] is the perverſe manners, affections, and imagination of the obſerver, whereby the Characters of others are rarely ſeen either in their true light, complexion, or proportion.

[5]

VER. 37.
Nor will Life's ſtream for Obſervation, &c.]

The Second of theſe, and ſeventh cauſe of difficulty [from ℣ 36 to 41.] is the ſhortneſs of human life, which will not ſuffer the obſerver to ſelect and weigh out his knowledge, but juſt to ſnatch it as it rolls rapidly by him down the current of Time.

VER. 41.
Oft in the Paſſions', &c.]

We come now to the eighth and laſt cauſe, which very properly concludes the account, as, in a ſort, it ſums up all the difficulties in one [from ℣ 40 to 51.] namely, that very often the man himſelf is ignorant of his own motive of action; the cauſe of which ignorance our author has admirably explain'd: When the mind (ſays he) is now quite tired out by the long conflict of oppoſite motives, it withdraws its attention, and ſuffers the will to be ſeized upon by the firſt that afterwards obtrudes itſelf, without taking notice what that motive is. This is finely illuſtrated by what he ſuppoſes the general cauſe of dreams; where the fancy juſt let looſe poſſeſſes itſelf of the laſt image which it meets with on the confines between ſleep and waking, and on that eracts all its viſionary operation; yet this image is, with great difficulty, recollected; and never, but when ſome accident happens to interrupt our firſt ſlumbers: Then (which proves the truth of the hypotheſis) we are ſometimes able to trace the workings of the Fancy backwards, from image to image, in a chain, till we come to that from whence they all aroſe.

[6]

VER. 51.
True, ſome are open, &c.]

But now in anſwer to all this, an objector, as the author ſhews [from ℣ 50 to 61.] may ſay, ‘"That theſe difficulties ſeem to be aggravated: For many Characters are ſo plainly marked, that no man can miſtake them: And not ſo only in the more open and frank, but in the very cloſeſt and moſt recluſe likewiſe."’ Of each of which the objector gives an inſtance, whereby it appears, that the forbidding cloſeneſs and concealed hypocriſy in the one, are as conſpicuous to all mankind, as the gracious openneſs and frank plain-dealing of the other. — The Reader ſees this objection is more particularly level'd at the doctrine of ℣ 23.

Our depths who fathoms, and our ſhallows finds?

for it here endeavours to prove, that both are equally explorable.

[7]

VER. 63.
But theſe plain Characters, &c.]

To this objection, therefore, our author replies [from ℣ 60 to 67.] that indeed the fact may be true in the inſtances given, but that ſuch plain characters are extremely rare: And for the truth of this, he not only appeals to experience, but explains the cauſes of it: 1. The Firſt of which is, the vivacity of the Imagination; for that when the bias of the Paſſions is enough determined to mark out the Character, yet then, as the vigour of the Fancy generally riſes in proportion to the ſtrength of the Appetites, the one no ſooner directs the bias, than the other reverſes it,

Tho' ſtrong the bent, yet quick the turns of mind.

2. A Second cauſe is the contrariety of Appetites, which drawing ſeveral ways, as Avarice and Luxury, Ambition and Indolence, &c. they muſt needs make the ſame Character inconſiſtent to itſelf, and conſequently inexplicable to the obſerver,

Or puzzling Contraries confound the whole.
VER. 66.
Or Affectations, &c.]

3. A Third cauſe is Affectation, that aſpires to qualities, which neither nature nor education has given us, and which, conſequently, neither art nor uſe will ever render graceful or becoming. On this account it is, he well obſerves, that Affectation reverſes the ſoul; other natural paſſions may indeed turn it from that bias which the ruling one has given it; but the affected paſſions diſtort all its faculties, and cramp all its operations; ſo that it acts with the ſame conſtraint that a tumbler walks upon his hands.

VER. 69.
Unthought of frailties, &c.]

4. A Fourth cauſe lies in the Inequalities [...] the human mind, which expoſe the wiſe to unexpected frailties, and conduct the [...] to as unlooked for wiſdom.

[8]

VER. 71.
See the ſame man, &c.]

Of all theſe Four cauſes he here gives examples: 1. Of the vivacity of the Imagination, from ℣ 71 to 77. — 2. Of the contrariety of Appetites, from ℣ 77 to 80. — 3. Of Affectation, from ℣ 86 to 90. — and 4. Of the Inequalities of the human mind, from ℣ 86 to 95.

[9]

VER. 95.
Know God and Nature, &c.]

Having thus proved what he had propoſed, the premiſſes naturally lead him into a moral reflexion, with which he concludes his firſt part, namely, that conſtancy is to be expected in no human Character whatſoever, [10] but to be found only in God and his Laws: That as to Man, he is not only perpetually ſhifting and varying, even while within the verge of his own nature; but is frequently flying out into each extreme both above and below it: Now aſſociating in good earneſt with Brutes, and now again affecting the imaginary coverſation of Angels. [See Eſſay on Man, Ep. ii. ℣ 8.

A bird of paſſage! gone as ſoon as found,
Now in the Moon perhaps, now under ground.

II.

VER. 99.
In vain the Sage, &c.]

The author having ſhewn the difficulties in coming to the Knowledge and true Characters of men, enters now upon the ſecond diviſion of his Poem, which is of the wrong means that both Philoſophers and Men of the world have employed in ſurmounting thoſe difficulties. He had, in the Introduction, ſpoken of the abſurd conduct of both, in deſpiſing the aſſiſtance of each other: He now juſtifies his cenſure by an examination of their peculiar doctrines; and, to take them in their own way, conſiders them, as they would be conſidered, ſeparately. And firſt, of the Philoſopher, whoſe principal miſtake is in ſuppoſing that Actions beſt decipher the Motive of the actor. This he confutes [from ℣ 99 to 109.] by ſhewing that different Actions proceed often from the ſame motive; whether of accident, as diſappointed views; or of temperature, as an aduſt complexion; which he thus illuſtrates,

Behold if Fortune or a Miſtreſs frown, &c.

In judging therefore of Motives by Actions, the Philoſopher muſt needs be frequently miſled; becauſe the paſſion or appetite which, when impelling to Action, we call the Motive, may be equally gratified in the purſuit of quite different meaſures.

[11]

VER. 109.
Not always Actions ſhew the man, &c.]

The Philoſopher's ſecond miſtake is, that Actions decipher the character of the actor. This too, the author confutes [from ℣ 118 to 135.] and, as in correcting the foregoing miſtake, he proved, that different Actions often proceed from the ſame Motive; ſo here he proves, that the ſame Actions often proceeds from different Motives; thus a kind Action, he obſerves, as commonly ariſes from the accidents of proſperity or fine weather, as from a natural diſpoſition to humanity; a modeſt Action, as well from pride as humility; a brave Action, as eaſily from habit or faſhion, as magnanimity; and a prudent Action as often from vanity as wiſdom. Now the Character being really determined by the Motives, and various, nay contrary Motives producing the ſame Action, the Action can never decipher the Character of the actor. But further (continues the poet) if we attend to what has been ſaid, we ſhall diſcover another circumſtance in the caſe, that will not only make it extremely difficult, but abſolutely impracticable to decipher the Character by the Action; and that is, [12] the diſcordancy of Action in the ſame Character; a neceſſary conſequence of the two principles proved above, that different Actions proceed from the ſame Motive, and that the ſame Action proceeds from different Motives.

VER. 119.
But grant that Actions, &c.]

If you will judge of man by his Actions, you are not to ſelected ſuch only as you like, or can manage, you muſt fairly take all you find: But, when you have got theſe together, they will prove ſo very diſcordant that no conſiſtent Character can poſſibly be made out of them. What is then to be done? Will you ſuppreſs all thoſe you cannot reconcile to the few capital Actions which you chuſe for the foundation of your Character? But this the laws of truth will not allow of. Will you then miſcall them? and ſay they were not the natural workings of the man, but the diſguiſes of the politician? But what will you get by that, but the very reverſing the beſt known Character, and making the owner of it the direct oppoſite of himſelf? And this (ſays our author) the reaſoning and philoſophic hiſtorian has always been ready to do with the Actions of great men; of which he gives two famous inſtances in the life of Caefar. The concluſion from the whole is, that Actions do not ſhew the Man.

[13]

VER. 135.
'Tis from high Life, &c.]

The poet having done with the Philoſopher, now turns to the Man of the world; whoſe firſt miſtake is in ſuppoſing men's true Characters may be known by their ſtation. This, tho' a mere mob-opinion, is the opinion in faſhion, and cheriſhed by the Mob of all ranks; therefore, tho' beneath the poet's reaſoning, he thought it deſerving of his ridicule; and the ſtrongeſt was what [14] he gives [from ℣ 134 to 141.] a naked expoſition of the fact; to which he has ſubjoined [from ℣ 140 to 149.] an ironical apology, that, as Virtue is cultivated with infinitely more labour in Courts than in Cottages, it is but juſt to ſet an infinitely higher value on it; which, ſays he, with much pleaſantry, is moſt agreeable to all the faſhionable ways of eſtimation. For why do the connoiſſeurs prefer the lively colour in a Gem before that in a Flower, but for its extreme rarity and difficulty of production?

VER. 149.
'Tis Education forms, &c.]

This ſecond miſtake of the Man of the [15] world is more ſerious; it is, that Characters are beſt judged of by the general Manners. This the poet confutes in a lively enumeration of examples [from ℣ 148 to 158.] which ſhew, that how ſimilar or different ſoever the Manners be by Nature, yet they are all new model'd by Education and Profeſſion; where each man invariably receives that exotic form which the mould he falls into is fitted to imprint. The natural Character therefore can never be judged of by theſe fictitious Manners.

VER. 158.
Aſk mens Opinions, &c.]

The third miſtake is in judging of mens Characters by their Opinions and turn of thinking. But theſe the poet ſhews, by two examples [from ℣ 157 to 166.] are generally ſwayed by Intereſt, both in the affairs of Life and Speculation.

[16]

VER. 166.
Judge we by Nature? &c.]

The poet having gone thro' the miſtakes both of the Philoſopher and Man of the world, turns now to both; and [from ℣ 165 to 174.] jointly addreſſes them in a recapitulation of his reaſoning againſt both: He ſhews, that if we pretend to diſenvelope the Character by the natural diſpoſition in general, we ſhall find it extremely difficult, becauſe this is often effaced by Habit, overſwayed by Intereſt, and ſuſpended by Policy. — If by Actions, their contrariety will leave us in utter doubt and uncertainty. — If by Paſſions, we ſhall be perpetually miſled by the maſk of Diſſimulation. — If by Opinions, all theſe things concur together to perplex the enquiry. Shew us, therefore, ſays he, in the whole range of your Philoſophy and Experience the thing we can be certain of: For (to ſum up all in a word)

Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes,
Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.

We muſt ſeek therefore ſome other rout to the point we aim at.

III.

[17]
VER. 174.
Search then the Ruling Paſſion: &c.]

And now we enter on the third and laſt part; which treats of the right means of ſurmounting the difficulties in coming to the Knowledge and Characters of men: This, the poet ſhews, is by inveſtigating the RULING PASSION; of whoſe origin and nature we may find an exact account in the ſecond Ep. of the Eſſay on Man. This Principle he rightly obſerves [from ℣ 173 to 180.] is the clue that muſt guide us thro' all the intricacies in the ways of men: To [18] convince us of which, he applies it [from ℣ 179 to 210.] to the moſt wild and inconſiſtent Character that ever was; which (when drawn out at length in a ſpirit of poetry as rare as the character itſelf) we ſee, this Principle unravels, and renders throughout of one plain conſiſtent thread.

[19]

VER. 210.
Yet in the ſearch, &c.]

But here [from ℣ 209 to 222.] he gives one very neceſſary caution, that, in developing the Ruling Paſſion, we muſt be careful not to miſtake a ſubſidiary paſſion for the principal; which, without great attention, we may be very liable to do; as the ſubſidiary, acting in ſupport of the principal, has frequently all its vigour and much of its perſeverance: This error has miſled ſeveral both of the ancient and modern hiſtorians; as when they ſuppoſed Luſt and Luxury to be [20] Characteriſtics of Caeſar and Lucullus; whereas, in truth, the Ruling Paſſion of both was Ambition; which is ſo certain, that, at whatſoever different time of the Republic theſe men had lived, their Ambition, as the Ruling Paſſion, had been the ſame; but a different time had changed their ſubſidiary ones of Luſt and Luxury, into their very oppoſites of Chaſtity and Frugality. 'Tis in vain, therefore, ſays our author, for the obſerver of human nature to ſix his attention on the Workman, if he all the while miſtakes the Scaffold for the Building.

[21]

VER. 222.
In this one Paſſion, &c.]

But now it may be objected to our philoſophic poet, that he has indeed ſhewn the true means of coming to the Knowledge and Characters of men by a Principle certain and infallible, when found, yet, by his own account, of ſo difficult inveſtigation, that its Counterfeit, and it is always attended with one, may be eaſily miſtaken for it. To remove this difficulty, therefore, and conſequently the objection that ariſes from it, the poet has given [from ℣ 221 to 228.] one certain and infallible criterion of the Ruling Paſſion, which is this, that all the other paſſions, in the courſe of time, change and wear away; while this is ever conſtant and vigorous; and ſtill going on from ſtrength to ſtrength, to the very moment of its demoliſhing the miſerable machine that it has now at length overworked. Of this great truth, the poet [from ℣ 227 to the end] gives various inſtances in all the [22] principal Ruling Paſſions of our nature, as they are to be found in the Man of Buſineſs, the Man of Pleaſure, the Epicure, the Parcimonious, the Toaſt, the Courtier, the Miſer, and the Patriot; which laſt inſtance the poet has had the art, under the appearance of Satyr, to turn into the nobleſt Compliment on the perſon to whom the Epiſtle is addreſſed.

NOTES.

[2]
VER. 10.
And yet — Men may be read, as well as Books too much, &c.]

The poet has here covertly deſcribed a famous ſyſtem of a man of the world, the celebrated Maxims of M. de la Rochefoucault, which are one continued ſatyr on human Nature, and hold much of the ill language of the Parrat: The reaſon of the cenſure our author's ſyſtem of human Nature will explain.

[3]

VER. 22.
And all Opinion's colours caſt on life.]

The Poet refers here only to the effects. In the Eſſay on Man he gives both the efficient and the final cauſe: The Firſt in the third Ep. ℣ 231.

E'er Wit oblique had broke that ſteddy light.

For oblique Wit is Opinion. The other, in the ſecond Ep. ℣ 283.

Mean-while Opinion gilds with varying rays,
Theſe painted clouds that beautify our days, &c.

[4]

VER. 26.
It may be reaſon, but it is not man.]

i. e. The Philoſpher may invent a rational hypotheſis that ſhall account for the appearances he would inveſtigate; and yet that hypotheſis be all the while very wide of truth and the nature of things.

VER. 29.
Like following life thro' creatures you diſſect,
You loſs it in the moment you detect.]

This Simile is extremely beautiful. To ſhew the difficulty of diſcovering the operations of the heart in a moral ſenſe, he illuſtrates it by another attempt ſtill more difficult, the diſcovery of its operations in a natural: For the ſeat of animal life being in the heart, our endeavours of tracing it thither muſt neceſſarily drive it from thence.

[5]

VER. 33.
All Manners take a tincture from our own, —
Or come diſcolour'd thro' our Paſſions ſhown.]

Theſe two lines are remarkable for the exactneſs and propriety of expreſſion. The word tincture, which implies a weak colour given by degrees, well deſcribes the influence of the Manners; and the word diſcolour, which implies a quicker change and by a deeper dye, denotes as well the operation of the Paſſions.

[8]

VER. 87.
— ſay Montagne, or more ſage Charron.]

Charron was an admirer of Montagne; had contracted a ſtrict friendſhip with him; and has transferred an infinite number of his thoughts into his famous book De la Sageſſe; but his moderating every-where the extravagant Pyrrhoniſm of his friend, is the reaſon why the poet calls him more ſage Charron.

[9]

VER. 89.
A perjur'd Prince.]

Louis XI. of France, wore in his Hat a leaden image of the Virgin Mary, which when he ſwore by, he feared to break his oath.

VER. 90.
A godleſs Regent tremble at a Star.]

Philip Duke of Orleans, Regent of France in the minority of Louis XV. ſuperſtitious in judicial aſtrology, tho' an unbeliever in all religion. The ſame has been obſerved of many other Politicians. The Italians, in general, are not more noted for their refined Politics than for their attachment to the dotages of Aſtrology. It may be worth while to enquire into the cauſe of ſo ſingular a phenomenon, as it may probably turn out to the honour of Religion. I take then the caſe to be this: Theſe men obſerving (and none have equal opportunities) how perpetually public events fall out beſides their expectation, and contrary to the beſt-laid ſchemes of worldly policy, cannot but confeſs that human affairs are ordered by ſome power extrinſical. To acknowledge a God and his Providence would be next to introducing a morality deſtructive of that public ſyſtem which they think neceſſary for the government of the world. They have recourſe therefore to that ridiculous and abſurd ſcheme of Power which rules by no other law than Fate or Deſtiny. The conſideration of this perhaps was the reaſon that the poet, to keep up decorum and to preſerve the diſtinction between a Patriot and a Politician, makes the ſormer rely on Providence for the public ſafety, in the concluding words of the Epiſtle,

Such in thoſe moments as in all the paſt,
O ſave my Country, Heaven! ſhall be your laſt.
VER. 91.
The throne a Bigot keep, a Genius quit.]

Philip V. of Spain, who, after renouncing the throne for Religion, reſum'd it to gratify his Queen; and Victor Amadeus II. King of Sardmia, who reſign'd the crown, and trying to reaſſume it, was impriſon'd till his death.

VER. 95.
Know, God and Nature, &c.]

[10] By Nature is not here meant any imaginary ſubſtitute of God, called a Plaſtic nature; but his moral laws: And this obſervation was inſerted with great propriety and diſcretion, in the concluſion of a long detail of the various characters of men: For, from this circumſtance, Montagne and others have been bold enough to inſinuate, that morality is ſounded more in cuſtom and faſhion than in the nature of things. The ſpeaking therefore of a moral law of God as having all the conſtancy and durability of his Eſſence, had an high expediency in this place.

[11]

VER. 107.
The ſame aduſt complexion has impell'd
Charles to the Convent, Philip to the Field.]

The atrabilaire complexion of Philip II. is well known, but not ſo well that be derived it from his father Charles V. whoſe health, the hiſtorians of his life tell us, was frequently diſorder'd by bilious ſevers. But what the author meant principally to obſerve here was, that this humour made both theſe princes act contrary to their Character; Charles, who was an active man, when he retired into a Convent; Philip, who was a man of the Cloſet, when he gave the battle of St. Quintin.

[12]

VER. 117.
Who reaſons wiſely, &c.]

By reaſoning is not here meant ſpeculating; but deliberating and reſolving in public counſels; for this inſtance is given as one, of a variety of actions.

[13]

VER. 128.
Caeſar himſelf might whiſper he was beat.]

Caeſar wrote his Commentaries, in imitation of the Greek Generals, for the entertainment of the world: But had his friend aſked him, in his ear, the reaſon of his ſudden retreat from Britain, after ſo many ſignal victories, we have cauſe to ſuſpect, even from his own public relation of that matter, that he would have whiſper'd he was beat.

VER. 131.
Why riſque the world's great empire for a Punk?]

After the battle of Pharſalia, Caeſar purſued his enemy to Alexandria, where being infatuated with the charms of Cleopatra, inſtead of puſhing his advantages, and diſperſing the relicks of the Pharſalian quarrel, having narrowly eſcaped the violence of an enraged people, he brought upon himſelf an unneceſſary war, at a time his arms were moſt wanted elſewhere.

[14]

VER. 141.
Court-virtues bear, like gems, &c.]

This whole reflexion, and the ſimilitude brought to ſupport it, have a great delicacy of ridicule.—A man diſpos'd to cavil would fancy the ſimilitude not exact; for that the principal reaſon of our preferring the Gem is for its durability. But does he not ſee it is equally for its rarity; and that when once a Courtvirtue riſes and comes in the way of ſuch a lover of it as our poet, it ſeldom ſets again, but bids fair for being immortal?

[15]

VER. 164, 165.
Some God, or Spirit he has lately found,
Or chanc'd to meet a Miniſter that frown'd.]

Diſaſters the moſt unlooked for, as they were what the Freethinker's Speculations and Practice were principally directed to avoid.—The poet here alludes to the ancient claſſical opinion, that the ſudden viſion of a God was ſuppoſed to ſtrike the irreverend obſerver ſpeechleſs. He has only a little extended the conceit, and ſuppoſed, that the terrors of a Court-God might have the like effect on a very devoted worſhipper.

[16]

VER. 172, 173.
Manners with Fortunes, Humours change with Climes
Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.]

The poet had hitherto reckoned up the ſeveral ſimple cauſes that hinder our knowledge of the natural Characters of men. In theſe two fine lines he deſcribes the complicated cauſes. Humours bear the the ſame relation to Manners that Principles do to Tenets; that is, the former are modes of the latter; our Manners are warped from nature by our Fortunes or Stations; our Tenets, by our Books or Profeſſions; and then each drawn ſtill more oblique, into humour and political principles, by the temperature of the climate and the conſtitution of the government.

[17]

VER. 181.
the Luſt of Praiſe.]

This very well expreſſes the groſſneſs of his appetite for it; where the ſtrength of the Paſſion had deſtroyed all the delicacy of the Senſation.

VER. 187. John Willmot, Earl of Rocheſter, famous for his Wit and Extravagancies in the time of Charles the Second.

[18]

VER. 200.
A Fool, with more of Wit]

Folly, joined with much Wit, produces that behaviour which we call Abſurdity; and this Abſurdity the poet has here admirably deſcribed in the words,

Too raſh for Thought, for Action too refin'd.

by which we are made to underſtand, that the perſon deſcribed gave a looſe to his Fancy when he ſhould have uſed his Judgment, and purſued his Speculations when he ſhould have truſted to his Experience.

[19]

VER. 205.
And (harder ſtill) flagitious, yet not great!]

It was indeed very hard; when, tho' this be the common road to Greatneſs, and he had taken this road, and perſevered in it to the laſt, yet that he ſhould have the ſtrange fortune ſtill to miſs of it.

VER. 207.
'Twas all for fear, &c.]

To underſtand this, we muſt obſerve, that the Luſt of general Praiſe made the perſon whoſe Character is here ſo admirably drawn, both extravagant and flagitious; his Madneſs was to pleaſe the Fools,

Women and Fools muſt like him, or he dies.

And his Crimes to avoid the cenſure of the Knaves,

'Twas all for fear the Knaves ſhould call him Fool.

Prudence and Honeſty being the two qualities that Fools and Knaves are moſt intereſted, and conſequently moſt induſtrious, to miſrepreſent.

VER. 209.
Comets are regular, and Wharton plain.]

This illuſtration has an exquiſite beauty, ariſing from the exactneſs of the analogy: For as the appearance of irregularity in a Comet's motion is occaſioned by the greatneſs of the force which puſhes it round a very eccentric orb; ſo it is the violence of the Ruling Paſſion, that, impatient for its object, in the impetuoſity of its courſe towards it, is frequently hurried to an immenſe diſtance from it, which occaſions all that [20] puzzling inconſiſtency of conduct we obſerve in it.

VER. 215.
Ambition was the vice.]

Pride, Vanity, and Ambition are ſuch bordering and neighbourly vices, and hold ſo much in common, that we generally find them going together, and therefore as generally miſtake them for one another. This does not a little contribute to our confounding Characters; for they are, in reality, very different and diſtinct; ſo much ſo, that 'tis remarkable, the three greateſt men in Rome and contemporaries poſſeſſed each of theſe ſeparately without the leaſt mixture of the other two: The men I mean were Caeſar, Cato, and Cicero; For Caeſar had Ambition without either vanity or pride; Cato had Pride without ambition or vanity; and Cicero had Vanity without pride or ambition.

VER. 223.
As Fits give vigour juſt when they deſtroy.]

The ſimilitude is extremely appoſite; as moſt of the inſtances he has afterwards given of the vigorous exertion of the Ruling Paſſion in the laſt moments, are from ſuch who had haſtened their death by an immoderate indulgence of that Paſſion.

[21]

VER. 231.
Laneſborow.]

An ancient Nobleman, who continued this practice long after his legs were diſabled by the gout. Upon the death of Prince George of Denmark, he demanded an audience of the Queen, to adviſe her to preſerve her health and diſpel her grief by Dancing.

[22]

VER. 247.
— the laſt words that poor Narciſſa ſpoke)]

This ſtory, as well as the others, is founded on fact, tho' the author had the goodneſs not to mention the names. Several attribute this in particular to a very celebrated Actreſs, who, in deteſtation of the thought of being buried in woollen, gave theſe her laſt orders with her dying breath.

EPISTLE II.
To a LADY.
Of the CHARACTERS of WOMEN.

[]
NOthing ſo true as what you once let fall,
" Moſt Women have no Characters at all."
Matter too ſoft a laſting mark to bear,
And beſt diſtinguiſh'd by black, brown, or fair.
[25]
How many pictures of one Nymph we view,
All how unlike each other, all how true!
Arcadia's Counteſs, here, in ermin'd pride,
Is there, Paſtora by a fountain ſide.
Here Fannia, leering on her own good man,
And there, a naked Leda with a Swan.
[26] Let then the Fair one beautifully cry,
In Magdalen's looſe hair and lifted eye,
Or dreſt in ſmiles of ſweet Cecilia ſhine,
With ſimp'ring Angels, Palms, and Harps divine;
Whether the Charmer ſinner it, or ſaint it,
If Folly grows romantic, I muſt paint it.
Come then, the colours and the ground prepare!
Dip in the Rainbow, trick her off in Air,
Chuſe a firm Cloud, before it fall, and in it
Catch, e'er ſhe change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Rufa, whoſe eye quick-glancing o'er the Park,
Attracts each light gay meteor of a Spark,
Agrees as ill with Rufa ſtudying Locke,
As Sappho's diamonds with her dirty ſmock,
Or Sappho at her toilet's greazy taſk,
With Sappho fragrant at an ev'ning Maſk:
So morning Infects that in muck begun,
Shine, buzz, and fly-blow in the ſetting-ſun.
How ſoft is Silia! fearful to offend,
The Frail one's advocate, the Weak one's friend:
To her, Caliſta prov'd her conduct nice,
And good Simplicius aſks of her advice.
[27] Sudden, ſhe ſtorms! ſhe raves! You tip the wink,
But ſpare your cenſure; Silia does not drink.
All eyes may ſee from what the change aroſe,
All eyes may ſee — a Pimple on her noſe.
Papillia, wedded to her am'rous ſpark,
Sighs for the ſhades — "How charming is a Park!
A Park is purchas'd, but the Fair he ſees
All bath'd in tears — "Oh odious, odious Trees!"
Ladies, like variegated Tulips, ſhow,
'Tis to their Changes half their charms we owe;
Their happy Spots the nice admirer take,
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
'Twas thus Calypſo once each heart alarm'd,
Aw'd without Virtue, without Beauty charm'd;
Her Tongue bewitch'd as odly as her Eyes,
Leſs Wit than Mimic, more a Wit than wiſe:
Strange graces ſtill, and ſtranger flights ſhe had,
Was juſt not ugly, and was juſt not mad;
Yet ne'er ſo ſure our paſſion to create,
As when ſhe touch'd the brink of all we hate.
Narciſſa's nature, tolerably mild,
To make a waſh, would hardly ſtew a child,
Has ev'n been prov'd to grant a Lover's pray'r,
And paid a Tradeſman once to make him ſtare,
[28] Gave alms at Eaſter, in a Chriſtian trim,
And made a Widow happy, for a whim.
Why then declare Good-nature is her ſcorn,
When 'tis by that alone ſhe can be born?
Why pique all mortals, yet affect a name?
A fool to Pleaſure, yet a ſlave to Fame:
Now deep in Taylor and the Book of Martyrs,
Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres.
Now Conſcience chills her, and now Paſſion burns;
And Atheiſm and Religion take their turns;
A very Heathen in the carnal part,
Yet ſtill a ſad, good Chriſtian at her heart.
See Sin in State, majeſtically drunk,
Proud as a Peereſs, prouder as a Punk;
Chaſte to her Huſband, frank to all beſide,
A teeming Miſtreſs, but a barren Bride.
What then? let Blood and Body bear the fault,
Her Head's untouch'd, that noble Seat of Thought:
Such this day's doctrine — in another fit
She ſins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit.
What has not fir'd her boſom or her brain?
Caeſar and Tall-boy, Charles and Charlema'ne.
As Helluo, late Dictator of the Feaſt,
The Noſe of Hautgout, and the Tip of Taſte,
[29] Critick'd your wine, and analyz'd your meat,
Yet on plain Pudding deign'd at-home to eat;
So Philomedé, lect'ring all mankind
On the ſoft Paſſion, and the Taſte refin'd,
Th' Addreſs, the Delicacy — ſtoops at once,
And makes her hearty meal upon a Dunce.
Flavia's a Wit, has too much ſenſe to Pray,
To Toaſt our wants and wiſhes, is her way;
Nor aſks of God, but of her Stars to give
The mighty bleſſing, "while we live, to live."
Then all for Death, that Opiate of the ſoul!.
Lucretia's dagger, Roſamonda's bowl.
Say, what can cauſe ſuch impotence of mind?
A Spark too fickle, or a Spouſe too kind.
Wiſe Wretch! with Pleaſures too refin'd to pleaſe,
With too much Spirit to be e'er at eaſe,
With too much Quickneſs ever to be taught,
With too much Thinking to have common Thought:
You purchaſe Pain with all that Joy can give,
And die of nothing but a Rage to live.
Turn then from Wits; and look on Simo's Mate,
No Aſs ſo meek, no Aſs ſo obſtinate:
Or her, that owns her Faults, but never mends,
Becauſe ſhe's honeſt, and the beſt of Friends:
[30] Or her, whoſe life the Church and Scandal ſhare,
For ever in a Paſſion, or a Pray'r:
Or her, who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace)
Cries, "Ah! how charming, if there's no ſuch place!
Or who in ſweet viciſſitude appears
Of Mirth and Opium, Ratafie and Tears,
The daily Anodyne, and nightly Draught,
To kill thoſe foes to Fair ones, Time and Thought.
Woman and Fool are two hard things to hit,
For true No-meaning puzzles more than Wit.
But what are theſe to great Atoſſa's mind?
Scarce once herſelf, by turns all Womankind!
Who, with herſelf, or others, from her birth
Finds all her life one warfare upon earth:
Shines, in expoſing Knaves, and painting Fools,
Yet is, whate'er ſhe hates and ridicules.
No Thought advances, but her Eddy Brain
Whiſks it about, and down it goes again.
Full ſixty years the World has been her Trade,
The wiſeſt Fool much Time has ever made.
From loveleſs youth to unreſpected age,
No Paſſion gratify'd except her Rage.
[31] So much the Fury ſtill out-ran the Wit,
The Pleaſure miſs'd her, and the Scandal hit.
Who breaks with her, provokes Revenge from Hell,
But he's a bolder man who dares be well:
Her ev'ry turn with Violence purſu'd,
Nor more a ſtorm her Hate than Gratitude.
To that each Paſſion turns, or ſoon or late;
Love, if it makes her yield, muſt make her hate:
Superiors? death! and Equals? what a curſe!
But an Inferior not dependant? worſe.
Offend her, and ſhe knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and ſhe'll hate you while you live:
But die, and ſhe'll adore you — Then the Buſt
And Temple riſe — then fall again to duſt.
Laſt night, her Lord was all that's good and great,
A Knave this morning, and his Will a Cheat.
Strange! by the Means defeated of the Ends,
By Spirit robb'd of Pow'r, by Warmth of Friends,
By Wealth of Follow'rs! without one diſtreſs
Sick of herſelf thro' very ſelfiſhneſs!
Atoſſa, curs'd with ev'ry granted pray'r,
Childleſs with all her Children, wants an Heir.
To Heirs unknown deſcends th' unguarded ſtore
Or wanders, Heav'n-directed, to the Poor.
[32]
Pictures like theſe, dear Madam, to deſign,
Aſks no firm hand, and no unerring line;
Some wand'ring touches, ſome reflected light,
Some flying ſtroke alone can hit 'em right:
For how ſhould equal Colours do the knack?
Chameleons who can paint in white and black?
" Yet Cloe ſure was form'd without a ſpot —
Nature in her then err'd not," but forgot.
" With ev'ry pleaſing, ev'ry prudent part,
" Say, what can Cloe want? — ſhe wants a Heart.
[33] She ſpeaks, behaves, and acts juſt as ſhe ought;
But never, never, reach'd one gen'rous Thought.
Virtue ſhe finds too painful an endeavour,
Content to dwell in Decencies for ever.
So very reaſonable, ſo unmov'd,
As never yet to love, or to be lov'd.
She, while her Lover pants upon her breaſt,
Can mark the figures on an Indian cheſt;
And when ſhe ſees her Friend in deep deſpair,
Obſerves how much a Chintz exceeds Mohair.
Forbid it Heav'n, a Favour or a Debt
She e'er ſhould cancel — but ſhe may forget.
Safe is your Secret ſtill in Cloe's ear;
But none of Cloe's ſhall you ever hear.
Of all her Dears ſhe never ſlander'd one,
But cares not if a thouſand are undone.
Would Cloe know if you're alive or dead?
She bids her Footman put it in her head.
Cloe is prudent — would you too be wiſe?
Then never break your heart when Cloe dies.
One certain Portrait may (I grant) be ſeen,
Which Heav'n has varniſh'd out, and made a Queen:
[34] The ſame for ever! and deſcrib'd by all
With Truth and Goodneſs, as with Crown and Ball:
Poets heap Virtues, Painters Gems at will,
And ſhow their zeal, and hide their want of ſkill.
'Tis well — but, Artiſts! who can paint or write,
To draw the Naked is your true delight:
That Robe of Quality ſo ſtruts and ſwells,
None ſee what Parts or Nature it conceals.
Th' exacteſt traits of Body or of Mind,
We owe to models of an humble kind.
If QUEENSBERRY to ſtrip there's no compelling,
'Tis from a Handmaid we muſt take a Helen.
From Peer or Biſhop 'tis no eaſy thing
To draw the man who loves his God, or King:
Alas! I copy (or my draught would fail)
From honeſt Mah'met, or plain Parſon Hale.
But grant, in Public Men ſometimes are ſhown,
A Woman's ſeen in Private life alone:
Our bolder Talents in full light diſplay'd,
Your Virtues open faireſt in the ſhade.
[35] Bred to diſguiſe, in Public 'tis you hide;
There, none diſtinguiſh 'twixt your Shame or Pride,
Weakneſs or Delicacy; all ſo nice,
That each may ſeem a Virtue, or a Vice.
In Men, we various Ruling Paſſions find,
In Women, two almoſt divide the kind;
Thoſe, only fix'd, they firſt or laſt obey,
The Love of Pleaſure, and the Love of Sway.
That, Nature gives; and where the leſſon taught
Is but to pleaſe, can Pleaſure ſeem a fault?
Experience, this; by Man's oppreſſion curſt,
They ſeek the ſecond not to loſe the firſt.
Men, ſome to Bus'neſs, ſome to Pleaſure take;
But ev'ry Woman is at heart a Rake:
Men, ſome to Quiet, ſome to public Strife;
But ev'ry Lady would be Queen for life.
[36]
Yet mark the fate of a whole Sex of Queens!
Pow'r all their end, but Beauty all the means.
In Youth they conquer, with ſo wild a rage,
As leaves them ſcarce a Subject in their Age:
For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam;
No thought of Peace or Happineſs at home.
But Wiſdom's Triumph is well-tim'd Retreat,
As hard a ſcience to the Fair as Great!
Beauties, like Tyrants, old and friendleſs grown,
Yet hate Repoſe, and dread to be alone,
Worn out in public, weary ev'ry eye,
Nor leave one ſigh behind them when they die.
Pleaſures the ſex, as children Birds, purſue,
Still out of reach, yet never out of view,
Sure, if they catch, to ſpoil the Toy at moſt,
To covet flying, and regret when loſt:
At laſt, to follies Youth could ſcarce defend,
It grows their Age's prudence to pretend;
Aſham'd to own they gave delight before,
Reduc'd to feign it, when they give no more:
As Hags hold Sabbaths, leſs for joy than ſpight,
So theſe their merry, miſerable Night;
Still round and round the Ghoſts of Beauty glide,
And haunt the places where their Honour dy'd.
[37]
See how the World its Veterans rewards!
A Youth of Frolicks, an old Age of Cards,
Fair to no purpoſe, artful to no end,
Young without Lovers, old without a Friend,
A Fop their Paſſion, but their Prize a Sot,
Alive, ridiculous, and dead, forgot!
Ah Friend! to dazzle let the Vain deſign,
To raiſe the Thought, and touch the Heart, be thine!
That Charm ſhall grow, while what fatigues the Ring
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing.
So when the Sun's broad beam has tir'd the ſight,
All mild aſcends the Moon's more ſober light,
Serene in Virgin Modeſty ſhe ſhines,
And unobſerv'd the glaring Orb declines.
Oh! bleſt with Temper, whoſe unclouded ray
Can make to morrow chearful as to day;
She, who can love a Siſter's charms, or hear
Sighs for a Daughter with unwounded ear;
[38] She, who ne'er anſwers till a Huſband cools,
Or, if ſhe rules him, never ſhows ſhe rules;
Charms by accepting, by ſubmitting ſways,
Yet has her humour moſt, when ſhe obeys;
Let Fops or Fortune fly which way they will;
Diſdains all loſs of Tickets, or Codille;
Spleen, Vapours, or Small-pox, above them all,
And Miſtreſs of herſelf, tho' China fall.
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at beſt a Contradiction ſtill.
Heav'n, when it ſtrives to poliſh all it can
Its laſt beſt work, but forms a ſofter Man;
Picks from each ſex, to make the Fav'rite bleſt,
Your love of Pleaſour, deſire of Reſt,
Blends, in exception to all gen'ral rules,
Your Taſte of Follies, with our Scorn of Fools,
Reſerve with Frankneſs, Art with Truth ally'd,
Courage with Softneſs, Modeſty with Pride,
Fix'd Principles, with Fancy ever new;
Shakes all together, and produces — You.
Be this a Woman's Fame: with this unbleſt,
Toaſts live a ſcorn, and Queens may die a jeſt.
This Phoebus promis'd (I forget the year)
When thoſe blue eyes firſt open'd on the ſphere;
[39] Aſcendant Phoebus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your Parents ſimple Pray'r,
And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf
That buys your ſex a Tyrant o'er itſelf.
The gen'rous God, who Wit and Gold refines,
And ripens Spirits as he ripens Mines,
Kept Droſs for Ducheſſes, the world ſhall know it,
To you gave Senſe, Good-humour, and a Poet.

NOTES.

[]
VER. 1.
Nothing ſo true, &c.]

The reader perhaps may be diſappointed to find that this Epiſtle, which propoſes the ſame ſubject with the preceding, is conducted on very different rules of method; for inſtead of being diſpoſed in the ſame logical connection, and filled with the like philoſophical remarks, it is wholly taken up in drawing a great variety of capital Characters: But if he would reflect, that the two Sexes make but one Species, and conſequently, that the Characters of both muſt be ſtudied and explained on the ſame principles, he would ſee, that when the poet had done this in the preceding Epiſtle, his buſineſs here was, not to repeat what he had already delivered, but only to verify and illuſtrate his doctrine, by every view of that perplexity of Nature, which his philoſophy only can explain. If the reader therefore will but be at the pains to ſtudy theſe Characters with any degree of attention, as they are here maſterly drawn, one important particular (for which the poet has artfully prepared him by the introduction) will very forcibly ſtrike his obſervation; and that is, that all the great ſtrokes in the ſeveral Characters of Women are not only infinitely perplexed and diſcordant, like thoſe in Men, but abſolutely inconſiſtent, and in a much higher degree contradictory. As ſtrange as this may appear, yet he will ſee that the poet has all the while ſtrictly follow'd Nature, whoſe ways, we find by the former Epiſtle [25] are not a little myſterious; and a myſtery this might have remained, had not our author explained it at ℣ 207. where he ſhuts up his Characters with this philoſophical reflexion:

In Men, we various ruling Paſſions find,
In Women, two almoſt divide the kind;
Thoſe only fix'd they firſt or laſt obey,
The love of Pleaſure, and the love of Sway.

If this account be true, we ſee the perpetual neceſſity (which is not the caſe in Men) that Women lye under of diſguiſing their ruling Paſſion. Now the variety of arts employed to this purpoſe muſt needs draw them into infinite contradictions in thoſe Actions from whence their general and obvious Character is denominated: To verify this obſervation, let the reader examine all the Characters here drawn, and try whether with this key he cannot diſcover that all their Contradictions ariſe from a deſire to hide the ruling Paſſion.

But this is not the worſt. The poet afterwards [from ℣ 219 to 248.] takes notice of another miſchief ariſing from this neceſſity of hiding their ruling Paſſions; which is, that generally the end of each is defeated even there where they are moſt violently purſued: For the neceſſity of hiding them inducing an habitual diſſipation of mind, Reaſon, whoſe office it is to regulate the ruling Paſſion, loſes all its force and direction; and theſe unhappy victims to their principles, tho' with their attention ſtill fixed upon them, are ever proſecuting the means deſtructive of their end, and thus become ridiculous in youth, and miſerable in old age.

Let me not omit to obſerve the great beauty of the concluſion: It is an Encomium on the Lady to whom the Epiſtle is addreſſed, and artfully turns upon the fact which makes the ſubject of the Epiſtle, the contradiction of a Woman's Character, in which contradiction he ſhews that all the luſtre of the beſt Character conſiſts.

And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at beſt a Contradiction ſtill, &c.
VER. 5.
How many pictures]

The poet's purpoſe here is to ſhew, that the Characters of Women are generally inconſiſtent with themſelves; and this he illuſtrates by ſo happy a Similitude, that we ſee the folly, deſcribed in it, ariſes from that very principle which gives birth to this inconſiſtency of Character.

VER. 7, 8, 10, &c.
Arcadia's Counteſs — Paſtora by a fountain — Leda with a ſwan — Magdalene — Cecilia — ]

Attitudes in which ſeveral ladies affected to be drawn, and ſometimes one lady in them all. — The poet's politeneſs and complaiſance to the ſex is obſervable in this inſtance, amongſt others, that, whereas in the Characters of Men he has ſometimes made uſe of real names, in the Characters of Women always fictious.

[26] VER. 21. Inſtances of this poſition, given even from ſuch Characters as are moſt ſtrongly mark'd, and ſeemingly therefore moſt conſiſtent: As firſt, Contrarieties in the Affected, ℣ 21, &c.

VER. 29 and 37. II. Contrarieties in the Soft-natured.

[27] VER. 45. III. Contrarieties in the Cunning and Artful.

VER. 53. IV. In the Whimſical.

[28] VER. 69. V. In the Lewd and Vicious.

[29] VER. 87. VI. Contrarieties. in the Witty and Refin'd.

[30]

VER. 107.
Or her who laughs at Hell, but (like her Grace)
Cries, "Ah! how charming if there's no ſuch place.]

i. e. Her who affects to laugh out of faſhion, and ſtrives to diſbelieve out of fear.

[31]

VER. 150.
Or wanders, Heav'n-directed, &c.]

Alluding and referring to the great principle of his Philoſophy, which he never loſes ſight of, and which [32] teaches, that Providence is inceſſantly turning the evils ariſing from the follies and vices of men to general good.

VER. 156.
Cameleons who can paint in white and black?]

There is one thing that does a very diſtinguiſhed honour to the accuracy of our poet's judgment, of which, in the courſe of theſe obſervations, I have given many inſtances, and ſhall here explain in what it conſiſts; it is this, that the Similitudes in his didactic poems, of which he is not ſparing, and which are highly poetical, are always choſen with ſuch exquiſite diſcernment of Nature, as not only to illuſtrate the particular point he is upon, but to eſtabliſh the general principles he would inforce; ſo, in the inſtance before us, he compares the inconſtancy and contradiction in the Characters of Women, to the change of colours in the Chameleon; yet 'tis nevertheleſs the great principle of this poem to ſhew that the general Characteriſtic of the Sex, as to the Ruling Paſſion, which they all have, is more uniform than that in Man: Now for this purpoſe, all Nature could not have ſupplied ſuch another illuſtration as this of the Chameleon; for tho' it inſtantaneouſly aſſumes much of the colour of every ſubject on which it chances to be placed, yet, as the moſt accurate Virtuoſi have obſerved, it has two native colours of its own, which, amidſt all theſe charges are never totally diſcharged, but, tho' often diſcoloured by the neighbourhood of adventitious ones, ſtill make the foundation, and give a tincture to all thoſe which, from thence, it occaſionally aſſumes.

VER. 157.
Yet Cloe ſure, &c.]

The purpoſe of the poet in this Character is important: It is to ſhew that the politic or prudent government of the paſſions is not enough to make a Character amiable, nor even to ſecure it from being ridiculous, if the end of that government be not purſued, which is the free exerciſe of the ſocial appetites after the ſelfiſh ones have been ſubdued; For that if, tho' reaſon govern, the heart be never conſulted, we intereſt ourſelves as little in the fortune of ſuch a Character, as in any of the foregoing, which paſſions or caprice drive up and down at random.

[33]

VER. 181.
One certain Portrait — the ſame for ever — ]

This is intirely ironical, and conveys under it this general moral truth, that there is, in life, no ſuch thing as a perfect Character; ſo that the ſatyr falls not on any particular Character, but on the Character-maker only.

[34] VER. 198. Mah'met, ſervant to the late King, ſaid to be the ſon of a Turkiſh Baſſa, whom he took at the Siege of Buda, and conſtantly kept about his Perſon.

Ibid. Dr. Stephen Hale, not more eſtimable for his uſeful diſcoveries as a Natural Philoſopher, than for his exemplary Life and Paſtoral Charity as a Pariſh Prieſt.

VER. 199.
But grant, in Public, &c.]

In the former Editions, between this and the foregoing lines, a want of Connection might be perceived, occaſioned by the omiſſion of certain Examples and Illuſtrations to the Maxims laid down; and tho' ſome of theſe have ſince been found, viz. the Characters of Philomede, Atoſſa, Cloe, and ſome verſes following, others are ſtill wanting, nor can we anſwer that theſe are exactly inſerted.

[35] VER. 207. The former part having ſhewn, that the particular Characters of Women are more various than thoſe of Men, it is nevertheleſs obſerv'd, that the general Characteriſtic of the ſex, as to the ruling Paſſion, is more uniform.

VER. 211. This is occaſioned partly by their Nature, partly their Education, and in ſome degree by Neceſſity.

VER. 211, 212.
— and where the leſſon taught — Is but to pleaſe, can, &c.]

I can't help obſerving the delicacy of the poet's addreſs in his manner of informing us what this Pleaſure is which makes one of the two objects of Woman's ruling Paſſion. He does it in an ironical apology for it, ariſing from its being a Pleaſure of the beneficent and communicative kind, and not merely ſelfiſh, like thoſe which the other ſex generally purſues.

VER. 213.
Experience, this, &c.]

The ironical apology continued: That the Second is, as it were, forced upon them by the tyranny and oppreſſion of man, in order to ſecure the firſt.

[36] VER. 219. What are the Aims and the Fate of this Sex? [...] — as to Power.

VER. 231. — As to Pleaſure.

[37] VER. 249. Advice for their true Intereſt.

VER. 253.
So when the Sun's broad beam, &c.]

One of the great beauties obſervable in the poet's management of his Similitudes, is the ceremonious preparation he makes for them, in gradually raiſing the imagery of the ſimilitude in the lines preceding, by the uſe of metaphors taken from the ſubject of it:

— while what fatigues the ring
Flaunts and goes down, an unreguarded thing.

And the civil diſmiſſion he gives them by the continuance of the ſame metaphor, in the lines following, whereby the traces of the imagery gradually decay, and give place to others, and the reader is never offended with the ſudden or abrupt diſappearance of it,

Oh! bleſt with Temper, whoſe unclouded ray, &c.

[38] VER. 269. The Picture of an eſtimable Woman, with the beſt kind of contrarieties.

[39]

VER. 285, &c.
Aſcendant Phoebus watch'd that hour with care,
Averted half your Parents ſimple pray'r,
And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf.]

The poet concludes his Epiſtle with a fine Moral, that deſerves the ſerious attention of the public: It is this, that all the extravagances of theſe vicious Characters here deſcribed, are much inflamed by a wrong Education; and that even the beſt are rather ſecured by a good natural than by the prudence and providence of parents; which obſervation is conveyed under the ſublime claſſical machinery of Phoebus in the aſcendant, watching the natal hour of his favourite, and averting the ill effects of her parents miſtaken fondneſs: For Phoebus, as the god of Wit, confers Genius, and, as one of the aſtronomical influences, defeats the adventitious bias of education.

EPISTLE III.
To ALLEN Lord BATHURST.

[]

ARGUMENT.
Of the USE of RICHES.

That it is known to few, moſt falling into one of the extremes, Avarice or Profuſion, ℣ 1, &c. The Point diſcuſs'd, whether the invention of Money has been more commodious, or pernicious to Mankind, ℣ 21 to 77. That Riches, either to the Avaricious or the Prodigal, cannot afford Happineſs, ſcarcely Neceſſaries, ℣ 89 to 160. That Avarice is an abſolute Frenzy, without an End or Purpoſe, ℣ 113 &c. 152. Conjectures about the Motives of Avaricious men, ℣ 121 to 153. That the conduct of men, with reſpect to Riches, can only be accounted for by the ORDER OF PROVIDENCE, which works the general Good out of Extremes, and brings all to its great End by perpetual Revolutions, ℣ 161 to 178. How a Miſer acts upon Principles which appear to him reaſonable, ℣ 179. How a Prodigal does the ſame, ℣ 199. The due Medium, and true uſe of Riches, ℣ 219. The Man of Roſs, ℣ 250. The fate of the Profuſe and the Covetous, in two examples; both miſerable in Life and in Death, ℣ 300, &c. The Story of Sir Balaam, ℣ 339 to the end.

WHO ſhall decide, when Doctors diſagree,
And ſoundeſt Caſuiſts doubt, like you and me?
You hold the word, from Jove to Momus giv'n,
That Man was made the ſtanding jeſt of Heav'n;
[41] And Gold but ſent to keep the fools in play,
For ſome to heap, and ſome to throw away.
But I, who think more highly of our kind,
(And ſurely, Heav'n and I are of a mind)
Opine, that Nature, as in duty bound,
Deep hid the ſhining miſchief under ground:
But when by Man's audacious labour won,
Flam'd forth this rival to, its Sire, the Sun,
Then careful Heav'n ſupply'd two ſorts of Men,
To ſquander theſe, and thoſe to hide agen.
Like Doctors thus, when much diſpute has paſt,
We find our tenets juſt the ſame at laſt.
Both fairly owning, Riches in effect
No grace of Heav'n or token of th' Elect;
Giv'n to the Fool, the Mad, the Vain, the Evil,
To Ward, to Waters, Chartres, and the Devil.
[42]
What Nature wants, commodious Gold beſtows,
'Tis thus we eat the bread another ſows:
But how unequal it beſtows, obſerve,
'Tis thus we riot, while who ſow it, ſtarve.
[43] What Nature wants (a phraſe I much diſtruſt)
Extends to Luxury, extends to Luſt:
Uſeful, I grant, it ſerves what life requires,
But dreadful too, the dark Aſſaſſin hires:
[44] Trade it may help, Society extend;
But lures the Pyrate, and corrupts the Friend:
It raiſes Armies in a Nation's aid,
But bribes a Senate, and the Land's betray'd.
[45] In vain may Heroes fight, and Patriots rave;
If ſecret Gold ſaps on from knave to knave.
Once, we confeſs, beneath the Patriot's cloak,
From the crack'd bag the dropping Guinea ſpoke,
And gingling down the backſtairs, told the crew,
" Old Cato is as great a Rogue as you."
Bleſt paper-credit! laſt and beſt ſupply!
That lends Corruption lighter wings to fly!
[46] Gold imp'd by thee, can compaſs hardeſt things,
Can pocket States, can fetch or carry Kings;
A ſingle leaf ſhall waft an Army o'er,
Or ſhip off Senates to a diſtant Shore;
A leaf, like Sibyl's, ſcatter to and fro
Our fates and fortunes, as the winds ſhall blow:
Pregnant with thouſands flits the Scrap unſeen,
And ſilent ſells a King, or buys a Queen.
Oh! that ſuch bulky Bribes as all might ſee,
Still, as of old, incumber'd Villainy!
Could France or Rome divert our brave deſigns,
With all their brandies or with all their wines?
What could they more than Knights and Squires confound,
Or water all the Quorum ten miles round?
A Stateſman's ſlumbers how this ſpeech would ſpoil!
" Sir, Spain has ſent a thouſand jars of oil;
[47] " Huge bales of Britiſh cloth blockade the door;
" A hundred oxen at your levee roar."
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could Profuſion ſquander all in kind.
Aſtride his cheeſe Sir Morgan might we meet,
And Worldly crying coals from ſtreet to ſtreet,
(Whom with a wig ſo wild, and mien ſo maz'd,
Pity miſtakes for ſome poor tradeſman craz'd)
Had Colepepper's whole wealth been hops and hogs,
Could he himſelf have ſent it to the dogs?
His Grace will game: to White's a Bull be led,
With ſpurning heels and with a butting head.
To White's be carried, as to ancient games,
Fair Courſers, Vaſes, and alluring Dames.
Shall then Uxorio, if the ſtakes he ſweep,
Bear home ſix Whores, and make his Lady weep?
Or ſoft Adonis, ſo perfum'd and fine,
Drive to St. James's a whole herd of ſwine?
Oh filthy check on all induſtrious ſkill,
To ſpoil the nation's laſt great trade, Quadrille!
[48] Since then, my Lord, on ſuch a World we fall,
What ſay you? Say? Why take it, Gold and all.
What Riches give us let us then enquire,
Meat, Fire, and Cloaths. What more? Meat, Cloaths, and Fire.
[49] Is this too little? would you more than live?
Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give.
Alas! 'tis more than (all his Viſions paſt)
Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at laſt!
What can they give? to dying Hopkins Heirs;
To Chartres, Vigour; Japhet, Noſe and Ears?
[50] Can they, in gems bid pallid Hippia glow,
In Fulvia's buckle eaſe the throbs below,
Or heal, old Narſes, thy obſcener ail,
With all th' embroid'ry plaiſter'd at thy tail?
They might (were Harpax not too wiſe to ſpend)
Give Harpax ſelf the bleſſing of a Friend;
Or find ſome Doctor that would ſave the life
Of wretched Shylock, ſpite of Shylock's Wife:
But thouſands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a College, or a Cat:
To ſome, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate,
T' enrich a Baſtard, or a Son they hate.
[51]
Perhaps you think the Poor might have their part?
Bond damns the Poor, and hates them from his heart:
The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule,
That "every man in want is knave or fool:
" God cannot love (ſays Blunt, with tearleſs eyes)
" The wretch he ſtarves" — and piouſly denies:
But the good Biſhop, with a meeker air,
Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care.
Yet, to be juſt to theſe poor men of pelf,
Each does but hate his Neighbour as himſelf:
[52] Damn'd to the Mines, an equal fate betides
The Slave that digs it, and the Slave that hides.
Who ſuffer thus, mere Charity ſhould own,
Muſt act on motives pow'rful, tho' unknown:
Some War, ſome Plague, or Famine they foreſee,
Some Revelation hid from you and me.
Why Shylock wants a meal, the cauſe is found,
He thinks a Loaf will riſe to fifty pound:
What made Directors cheat in South-ſea year?
To live on Ven'ſon when it ſold ſo dear.
Aſk you why Phryne the whole Auction buys?
Phryne foreſees a general Exciſe.
[53] Why ſhe and Sappho raiſe that monſtrous ſum?
Alas! they fear a man will coſt a plum.
Wiſe Peter ſees the World's reſpect for Gold,
And therefore hopes this Nation may be ſold:
Glorious Ambition! Peter, ſwell thy ſtore,
And be what Rome's great Didius was before.
The Crown of Poland, venal twice an age,
To juſt three millions ſtinted modeſt Gage.
But nobler ſcenes Maria's dreams unfold,
Hereditary Realms, and worlds of Gold.
Congenial ſouls! whoſe life one Av'rice joins,
And one fate buries in th' Aſturian Mines.
Much injur'd Blunt! why bears he Britain's hate?
A wizard told him in theſe words our fate:
[54] " At length Corruption, like a gen'ral flood,
" (So long by watchful Miniſters withſtood)
" Shall deluge all; and Av'rice creeping on,
" Spread like a low-born miſt, and blot the Sun;
" Stateſman and Patriot ply alike the ſtocks,
" Peereſs and Butler ſhare alike the Box,
" And Judges job, and Biſhops bite the town,
" And mighty Dukes pack cards for half a crown.
" See Britain ſunk in lucre's ſordid charms,
" And France reveng'd of ANNE'S and EDWARD'S arms!"
'Twas no Court-badge, great Scriv'ner! fir'd thy brain,
Nor lordly Luxury, nor City Gain:
No, 'twas thy righteous end, aſham'd to ſee
Senates degen'rate, Patriots diſagree,
And nobly wiſhing Party-rage to ceaſe,
To buy both ſides, and give thy Country peace.
[55]
"All this is madneſs," cries a ſober ſage:
But who, my friend, has reaſon in his rage?
" The ruling Paſſion, be it what it will,
" The ruling Paſſion conquers Reſon ſtill."
Leſs mad the wildeſt whimſey we can frame,
Than ev'n that Paſſion, if it has no Aim;
For tho' ſuch motives Folly you may call,
The Folly's greater to have none at all.
Hear then the truth: "'Tis Heav'n each Paſſion ſends,
" And diff'rent men directs to diff'rent ends.
[56] " Extremes in Nature equal good produce,
" Extremes in Man concur to gen'ral uſe."
Aſk we what makes one keep, and one beſtow?
That Pow'R who bids the Ocean ebb and flow,
Bids ſeed-time, harveſt, equal courſe maintain,
Thro' reconcil'd extremes of drought and rain,
Builds Life on Death, on Change Duration founds,
And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds.
Riches, like inſects, when conceal'd they lie,
Wait but for wings, and in their ſeaſon, fly.
Who ſees pale Mammon pine amidſt his ſtore,
Sees but a backward ſteward for the Poor;
This year a Reſervoir, to keep and ſpare,
The next a Fountain, ſpouting thro' his Heir,
In laviſh ſtreams to quench a Country's thirſt,
And men and dogs ſhall drink him 'till they burſt.
[57]
Old Cotta ſham'd his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What tho' (the uſe of barb'rous ſpits forgot)
His kitchen vy'd in coolneſs with his grot?
His court with nettles, moats with creſſes ſtor'd,
With ſoups unbought and ſallads bleſt his board.
If Cotta liv'd on pulſe, it was no more
Than Bramins, Saints, and Sages did before;
[58] To cram the Rich was prodigal expence,
And who would take the Poor from Providence:
Like ſome lone Chartreux ſtands the good old Hall,
Silence without, and Faſts within the wall;
No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor ſound,
No noontide-bell invites the country round;
Tenants with ſighs the ſmoakleſs tow'rs ſurvey,
And turn th' unwilling ſteeds another way:
Benighted wanderers, the foreſt o'er,
Curſe the ſav'd candle, and unop'ning door;
While the gaunt maſtiff growling at the gate,
Affrights the beggar whom he longs to eat.
Not ſo his Son, he mark'd this overſight,
And then miſtook reverſe of wrong for right.
(For what to ſhun will no great knowledge need,
But what to follow, is a taſk indeed.)
Yet ſure, of qualities deſerving praiſe,
More go to ruin Fortunes, than to raiſe.
[59] What ſlaughter'd hecatombs, what floods of wine,
Fill the capacious Squire, and deep Divine!
Yet no mean motive this profuſion draws,
His oxen periſh in his country's cauſe;
'Tis GEORGE and LIBERTY that crowns the cup,
And Zeal for that great Houſe which eats him up.
The Woods recede around the naked ſeat,
The Sylvans groan — no matter — for the Fleet:
Next goes his Wool — to clothe our valiant bands,
Laſt, for his Country's love, he ſells his Lands.
To town he comes, completes the nation's hope,
And heads the bold Train-bands, and burns a Pope.
And ſhall not Britain now reward his toils,
Britain, that pays her Patriots with her Spoils?
In vain at Court the Bankrupt pleads his cauſe,
His thankleſs Country leaves him to her Laws.
The Senſe to value Riches, with the Art
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart,
[60] Not meanly, nor ambitiouſly purſu'd,
Not ſunk by ſloth, nor rais'd by ſervitude;
To balance Fortune by a juſt expence,
Join with Oeconomy, Magnificence;
With Splendor, Charity; with Plenty, Health;
Oh teach us, BATHURST! yet unſpoil'd by wealth!
That ſecret rare, between th' extremes to move
Of mad Good-nature, and of mean Self-love.
To Worth or Want well-weigh'd, be Bounty giv'n,
And eaſe, or emulate, the care of Heav'n.
Whoſe meaſure full o'erflows on human race,
Mend Fortune's fault, and juſtify her grace.
[61]
Wealth in the groſs is death, but life diffus'd,
As Poiſon heals, in juſt proportion us'd:
In heaps, like Ambergrife, a ſtink it lies,
But well-diſpers'd, is Incence to the Skies.
Who ſtarves by Nobles, or with Nobles eats?
The Wretch that truſts them, and the Rogue that cheats.
Is there a Lord, who knows a cheerful noon
Without a Fiddler, Flatt'rer, or Buffoon?
Whoſe table, Wit, or modeſt Merit ſhare,
Un-elbow'd by a Gameſter, Pimp, or Play'r?
Who copies Your's, or OXFORD'S better part,
To eaſe th' oppreſs'd, and raiſe the ſinking heart?
Where-e'er he ſhines, oh Fortune, gild the ſcene,
And Angels guard him in the golden Mean!
There, Engliſh Bounty yet a-while may ſtand,
And Honour linger e'er it leaves the land.
[62]
But all our praiſes why ſhould Lords engroſs?
Riſe, honeſt Muſe! and ſing the MAN of Ross:
Pleas'd Vaga echoes thro' her winding bounds,
And rapid Severn hoarſe applauſe reſounds.
[63] Who hung with woods you mountain's ſultry brow?
From the dry rock who bade the waters flow?
Not to the ſkies in uſeleſs columns toſt,
Or in proud falls magnificently loſt,
But clear and artleſs, pouring thro' the plain
Health to the ſick, and ſolace to the ſwain.
Whoſe Cauſe-way parts the vale with ſhady rows?
Whoſe Seats the weary Traveller repoſe?
Who taught that heav'n-directed ſpire to riſe?
The MAN of Ross, each liſping babe replies.
Behold the Market-place with poor o'erſpread!
The MAN of Ross divides the weekly bread:
He feeds yon Alms-houſe, neat, but void of ſtate,
Where Age and Want ſit ſmiling at the gate:
Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans bleſt,
The young who labour, and the old who reſt.
Is any ſick? the MAN of Ross relieves,
Preſcribes, attends, the med'cine makes, and gives.
Is there a variance? enter but his door,
Balk'd are the Courts, and conteſt is no more.
Deſpairing Quacks with curſes fled the place,
And vile Attornies, now an uſeleſs race.
[64]
" Thrice happy man! enabled to purſue
" What all ſo wiſh, but want the pow'r to do!
" Oh ſay, what ſums that gen'rous hand ſupply?
" What mines, to ſwell that boundleſs charity?
Of Debts, and Taxes, Wife and Children clear,
This man poſſeſt — five hundred pounds a year.
Bluſh, Grandeur, bluſh! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze!
Ye little Stars! hide your diminiſh'd rays.
" And what? no monument, inſcription, ſtone?
" His race, his form, his name almoſt unknown?
Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame,
Will never mark the marble with his Name:
Go, ſearch it there, where to be born and die,
Of rich and poor makes all the hiſtory;
Enough, that Virtue fill'd the ſpace between;
Prov'd, by the ends of being, to have been.
When Hopkins dies, a thouſand lights attend
The wretch, who living ſav'd a candle's end:
[65] Should'ring God's altar a vile image ſtands,
Belies his features, nay extends his hands;
That live-long wig which Gorgon's ſelf might own,
Eternal buckle takes in Parian ſtone.
Behold what bleſſings Wealth to life can lend!
And ſee, what comfort it affords our end.
In the worſt inn's worſt room, with mat half-hung,
The floors of plaiſter, and the walls of dung,
[66] On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with ſtraw,
With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw,
The George and Garter dangling from that bed
Where tawdry yellow ſtrove with dirty red,
Great Villers lies — alas! how chang'd from him,
That life of pleaſure, and that ſoul of whim!
Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove,
The bow'r of wanton Shrewſbury and love;
Or juſt as gay, at Council, in a ring
Of mimick'd Stateſmen, and their merry King.
No Wit to flatter, left of all his ſtore!
No Fool to laugh at, which he valu'd more.
[67] There, Victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame; this lord of uſeleſs thouſands ends.
His Grace's fate ſage Cutler could foreſee,
And well (he thought) advis'd him, "Live like me."
As well his Grace reply'd, "Like you, Sir John?
" That I can do, when all I have is gone."
Reſolve me, Reaſon, which of theſe is worſe,
Want with a full, or with an empty purſe?
Thy life more wretched, Cutler, was confeſs'd,
Ariſe, and tell me, was thy death more bleſs'd?
[68] Cutler ſaw tenants break, and houſes fall,
For very want; he could not build a wall.
His only daughter in a ſtranger's pow'r,
For very want; he could not pay a dow'r.
A few grey hairs his rev'rend temples crown'd,
'Twas very want that ſold them for two pound.
What ev'n deny'd a cordial at his end,
Baniſh'd the doctor, and expell'd the friend?
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad,
Yet numbers feel, the want of what he had.
Cutler and Brutus, dying both exclaim,
" Virtue! and Wealth! what are ye but a name!
Say, for ſuch worth are other worlds prepar'd?
Or are they both, in this their own reward?
A knotty point! to which we now proceed.
But you are tir'd — I'll tell a tale — Agreed.
Where London's column, pointing at the ſkies
Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lyes;
[69] There dwelt a Citizen of ſober fame,
A plain good man, and Balaam was his name;
Religious, punctual, frugal, and ſo forth;
His word would paſs for more than he was worth.
One ſolid diſh his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding ſolemniz'd the Lord's:
[70] Conſtant at Church, and Change; his gains were ſure,
His givings rare, ſave farthings to the poor.
The Dev'l was piqu'd ſuch ſaintſhip to behold,
And long'd to tempt him like good Job of old:
But Satan now is wiſer than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Rouz'd by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds ſweep
The ſurge, and plunge his Father in the deep;
Then full againſt his Corniſh lands they roar,
And two rich ſhip-wrecks bleſs the lucky ſhore.
Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
He takes his chirping pint, and cracks his jokes:
" Live like yourſelf," was ſoon my Lady's word;
And lo! two puddings ſmoak'd upon the board.
Aſleep and naked as an Indian lay,
An honeſt factor ſtole a Gem away:
[71] He pledg'd it to the knight; the knight had wit,
So kept the Diamond, and the rogue was bit.
Some ſcruple roſe, but thus he eas'd his thought,
" I'll now give ſix-pence where I gave a groat,
" Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice —
" And am ſo clear too of all other vice."
The Tempter ſaw his time; the work he ply'd;
Stocks and Subſcriptions pour on ev'ry ſide,
'Till all the Daemon makes his full deſcent,
In one abundant ſhow'r of Cent. per Cent,
Sinks deep within him, and poſſeſſes whole,
Then dubs Director, and fecures his ſoul.
Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of ſpirit,
Aſcribes his gettings to his parts and merit,
What late he call'd a Bleſſing, now was Wit,
And God's good Providence, a lucky Hit.
[72] Things change their titles, as our manners turn:
His Compting-houſe employ'd the Sunday-morn;
Seldom at Church ('twas ſuch a buſy life)
But duly ſent his family and wife.
There (ſo the Dev'l ordain'd) one Chriſtmas-tide
My good old Lady catch'd a cold, and dy'd.
A Nymph of Quality admires our Knight;
He marries, bows at Court, and grows polite:
Leaves the dull Cits, and joins (to pleaſe the fair)
The well-bred cuckolds in St. James's air:
Firſt, for his Son a gay Commiſſion buys,
Who drinks, whores, fights, and in a duel dies:
His daughter flaunts a Viſcount's tawdry wife;
She bears a Coronet and P [...]x for life.
In Britain's Senate he a ſeat obtains,
And one more Penſioner St. Stephen gains.
My Lady falls to play; ſo bad her chance,
He muſt repair it; takes a bribe from France;
The Houſe impeach him; Coningſby harangues;
The Court forſake him, and Sir Balaam hangs:
[73] Wife, ſon, and daughter, Satan, are thy own,
His wealth, yet dearer, forfeit to the Crown:
The Devil and the King divide the prize,
And ſad Sir Balaam curſes God and dies.

COMMENTARY.

[]
VER. 1.
Who ſhall decide, &c.]

The addreſs of the Introduction [from ℣ 1 to 21.] is remarkable: The poet repreſents-himſelf and the noble Lord his friend, as in a converſation, philoſophiſing on the final cauſe of Riches: [41] You (ſays our author)

— hold the word from Jove to Momus giv'n,
But I, who think more highly of our kind, &c.
Opine that Nature, &c.

As much as to ſay, ‘"You, my Lord, hold the ſubject we are upon as fit only for Satyr; I, on the contrary, eſteem it a caſe of Philoſophy and profound Ethics: But as we both agree in the main Principle, that Riches were not given for the reward of Virtue, but for very different purpoſes [See Eſſay on Man, Ep. IV.] let us [42] compromiſe the matter, and conſider the ſubject jointly, both under your idea and mine, i. e. Satyrically and Philoſophically."’ — And this, in fact, we ſhall find to be the true character of this poem, which is a Species peculiar to itſelf, and partaking equally of the nature of his Ethic Epiſtles and his Satyrs, as the beſt pieces of Lucian aroſe from a combination of the Dialogues of Plato, and the Scenes of Ariſtophanes. This it will be neceſſary to carry with us, if we would ſee either the Wit or the Reaſoning of this Epiſtle in their true light.

VER. 21.
What Nature wants, &c.]

Having thus ſettled the terms of the Debate, before he comes to the main Queſtion, the Uſe of Riches, it was neceſſary to diſcuſs a [43] previous one, whether indeed they are upon the whole, uſeful to mankind or not; [which he does from ℣ 20 to 77.] It is commonly obſerved, ſays he [from ℣ 21 to 35.] That Gold moſt commodiouſly ſupplies the wants of Nature: ‘"Let us firſt conſider the propoſition in general, both in Matter and Expreſſion; 1. As it regards the Supply; and this we ſhall find to be very unequal: 2. As it regards the Wants; and theſe, we ſhall ſee, are very ambiguous; under that term, all our fantaſtic and imaginary as well as real wants being comprized. Hitherto the uſe is not very apparent. Let us in the ſecond place, therefore, conſider the propoſition in particular, or how Gold ſupplies the wants of Nature both in private and public life: 1. As to private; [44] it aids us, indeed, to ſupport life; but it, at the ſame times, hires the aſſaſſin: 2. As to Society; it may procure Friendſhips and extend Trade; but it allures Robbers and corrupts our acquaintance. 3. As to Government; it pays the Guards neceſſary for the ſupport of public liberty; but it may, with the ſame eaſe, bribe a Senate to overturn it."’

The matter therefore being thus problematical, the poet, inſtead of formally balancing between the Good and Ill, chuſes to leave this previous Queſtion undetermined, (as Tacitus had done before him; where, ſpeaking of the ancient Germans, he ſays, Argentum et aurum propitii aut irati Dii negaverint dubito;) and falls at once upon what he eſteems the principal of theſe abuſes, public Corruption.

[45] For having in the laſt inſtance, of the Uſe of Riches in Government, ſpoken of venal Senates, he goes on to lament the miſchief as deſperate and remedileſs; Gold, by its power to corrupt with Secrecy, defeating all the efforts of public Spirit, whether exerted in the Courage of Heroes, or in the Wiſdom of Patriots.

'Tis true indeed, continues the poet [from ℣ 34 to 51.] the very weight of the Bribery has ſometimes detected the Corruption:

From the crack'd bag the dropping Guinea ſpoke, &c.

But this inconvenience was ſoon repaired, by the invention of Paper credit: Whoſe dreadful effects on public Liberty he deſcribes in all the colouring of his poetry, heightened by the warmeſt concern for virtue; which now makes him willing to give up, as it were, the previous queſtion, in a paſſionate wiſh [from ℣ 49 to 59.] for the return of that incumbrance attendant on public Corruption, before the ſo common uſe of money.

And pleaſed with this flattering Idea, he goes on [from ℣ 58 to 77.] to ſhew the other advantages that would accrue from Riches only in kind; which are, that neither Avarice could contrive to hoard, nor Prodigality to laviſh, in ſo mad and boundleſs a manner as they do at preſent. Here he ſhews particularly, in a fine ironical deſcription of the embarras on Gaming, how effectually it would eradicate that execrable practice.

But this whole Digreſſion [from ℣ 34 to 79.] has another very uncommon beauty; [46] for, at the ſame time that it ariſes naturally from the laſt conſideration in the debate of the previous Queſtion, it artfully denounces, in our entrance on the main Queſtion, the principal topics intended to be employed for the dilucidation of it, namely AVARICE, PROFUSION, and PUBLIC CORRUPTION.

[48]

VER. 77.
Since then, my Lord, on ſuch a World, &c.]

Having thus ironically deſcribed the incumbrance which the want of money would occaſion to all criminal exceſſes in the uſe of Riches, particularly to Gaming, which being now become of public concern, he affects much regard to:

Oh filthy check to all induſtrious ſkill,
To ſpoil the Nation's laſt great trade, Quadrille!

he concludes the previous Queſtion without deciding it, in the ſame ironical manner,

Since then, my Lord, on ſuch a World we fall,
What ſay you? Say? Why take it, Gold and all.

That is, ſince for theſe great purpoſes we muſt have Money, let us now ſeriouſly inquire into its true Uſe.

VER. 79.
What Riches give us, &c.]

He examines therefore in the firſt place [from ℣ 80 to 99.] I. Of what Uſe Riches are to ourſelves.

What Riches give us let us then enquire?
Meat, Fire, and Cloaths. What more? Meat, Cloaths, and Fire.

The mere turn of the expreſſion here ſhews, without further reaſoning, that all the infinite ways of ſpending on ourſelves, contrived in the inſolence of Wealth, by thoſe who would more than live, are only theſe three things diverſified throughout every wearied mode of Luxury and Wantonneſs.

Yet as little as this is, adds the poet, [from ℣ 81 to 85.] it is only to be had by the moderate uſe of Riches; Avarice and Profuſion not allowing the poſſeſſors of the moſt exorbitant wealth even this little:

Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give.
Alas! 'tis more than, all his viſions paſt,
Unhappy Wharton waking found at laſt.

But what is it you would expect them to give? continues the poet [from ℣ 84 to 91.] Would you have them capable of reſtoring thoſe real bleſſings, which men have loſt by their Vices or their Villanies; or of ſatisfying thoſe imaginary ones, which they have gotten by their irregular Appetites and Paſſions; theſe, ſure, the bad or fooliſh man cannot [49] have the face to demand; and thoſe, by the wiſe proviſion of Nature, Riches are incapable of giving if he had.

But now admit, purſues our author [from ℣ 90 to 97.] that wealth might, in ſome caſes alleviate the unmerited miſeries of life, by procuring medicines both for the mind and body; yet it is not to be thought it ſhould operate like a charm, while only worn about one: Yet this, theſe poor men of pelf expect from it, while Avarice, on the one hand, witholds them from giving at all, even to the Doctor in extremity; or Vanity diverts the donation from a Friend in life, to the Endowment of a Cat or College at their death. It is true, Riches might give the greateſt of all bleſſings, a virtuous conſciouſneſs of our having employ'd them as became the ſubſtitutes of Providence,

To eaſe or emulate the care of Heav'n, ℣ 230.

in acts of BENEFICENCE and CHARITY; and this Uſe is next to be conſidered.

[50]

VER. 97.
To ſome indeed, &c.]

For now the poet comes, in the Second place, to examine, II. Of what uſe Riches are to others; which he teaches, as is his way throughout this poem, by the abuſe that ſtands oppoſed to it: Thus he ſhews [from ℣ 96 to 107.] that with regard to acts of Beneficence, the utmoſt Heaven will grant to thoſe who ſo greatly abuſe its bleſſings, is either to enrich ſome favourite Baſtard, and ſo perpetuate their vice and infamy; or elſe, contrary to their intent, a legitimate Son they hated, and ſo expoſe to public ſcorn and ridicule, the defeat of their unnatural cruelty. But with regard to acts of Charity, they are given up to ſo reprobate a ſenſe, as to believe they are then ſeconding the deſigns of Heaven, when they purſue the indigent with imprecations, or leave them in the midſt of their diſtreſſes unrelieved, as the common enemies of God and Man.

[51]

VER. 107.
Yet to be juſt, &c.]

Having thus ſhewn the true uſe of Riches in a deſcription of the abuſe, and how that uſe is perpetually defeated by Profuſion and Avarice, it was natural to enquire into the ſpring and original of theſe vices; as the abuſe they occaſion, muſt be well underſtood, before it can be corrected. The diſpoſition, therefore, of his ſubject now calls upon him to come to the Philoſophy of it: And he examines particularly into the Motives of Avarice: But what is very obſervable, he, all along, ſatyrically, intermixes with the real motives, ſeveral imaginary; and thoſe as wild as imagination could conceive. This, which at firſt ſight might ſeem to vitiate the purpoſe of his philoſophical inquiry, is found, when duly conſidered, to have the higheſt art of deſign. His buſineſs, the reader ſees, was to prove that the real motives had the higheſt extravagancy: Nothing could more conduce to this end, than the ſetting them by, and comparing them with, the moſt extravagant that the fancy itſelf could invent; in which ſituation it was ſeen, that the real were full as wild as the fictitious. To give theſe images all the force they were capable of, he firſt deſcribes [from ℣ 118 to 123.] the real and a different imaginary motive in [52] the ſame perſon: and then [from ℣ 122 to 133.] an imaginary one, and a real, the very ſame with the imaginary in different perſons. This addreſs the poet himſelf alludes to ℣ 155.

Leſs mad the wildeſt whimſy we can frame, &c.

Let me obſerve, that this has ſtill a further beauty, ariſing from the nature of the poem, which (as we have ſhewn) is partly ſatyrical, and partly philoſophical.—With regard to the particular beauties of this diſpoſition, I ſhall only take notice of one; where the poet introduces the fictitious motive of Blunt's avarice, by a wizard's prophecy:

At length Corruption, like a gen'ral flood
(So long by watchful miniſters withſtood)
Shall deluge all; and Av'rice creeping on
Spread like a low-born miſt, and blot the Sun, &c.
See Britain ſunk in lucre's ſordid charms,
And France reveng'd on Anne and Edward's arms.

For it was the poet's purpoſe, in this poem, to ſhew, that the main and principal abuſe of Riches ariſes from AVARICE.

[55]

VER. 151.
All this is madneſs, &c.]

But now the Sage, who has confined himſelf to books, which preſcribe the government of the paſſions; and never looked out upon the world, where he might ſee them let looſe, and, like Milton's devils, riding the air in whirlwind, cries out, all this is madneſs. True, replies the poet [from ℣ 151 to 177.] but this madneſs is a common one, and only to be prevented by a ſevere attention to the rule laid down in the Eſſay,

Reaſon ſtill uſe, to Reaſon ſtill attend, Ep. ii. ℣ 68.

for with the generality of men, and without the greateſt circumſpection,

The ruling Paſſion, be it what it will,
The ruling Paſſion conquers Reaſon ſtill.

But then (continues he) as wild as this paſſion appears by the ſway of its overbearing bias, it would be ſtill more ſenſeleſs had it no bias at all. You have ſeen us here intermix with the real, the moſt fantaſtical and extravagant that imagination could form; yet even theſe are leſs extravagant than a ruling Paſſion without a conſtant aim. Would you know the reaſon? then liſten to this important truth: ‘"'Tis HEAVEN itſelf that gives the ruling Paſſion, and thereby directs different men to different ends: But theſe being exerted thro' the miniſtry of NATURE (of whom the great Bacon truly obſerves, modum tenere neſcia eſt, Aug. Scient. l. ii. c. 13.) they are very apt to run into extremes: To correct which, Heaven, at the ſame time, added the moderatrix Reaſon; not to take the ruling Paſſion out of the hands and miniſtry of Nature, but to reſtrain and rectify its irregular impulſes [See Eſſay, Ep. ii. ℣ 151, & ſeq.] and what extremes, after this, remained uncorrected in the adminiſtration of [56] this weak Queen [℣ 140. Ep. ii.] The divine artiſt himſelf has, in his heavenly ſkill and bounty ſet to rights; by ſo ordering, that theſe of the moral, like thoſe of the natural world, ſhould, even by the very means of their contrariety and diverſity, concur to defeat the malignity of one another: Extremes in Nature equal good produce, Extremes in Man concur to gen'ral uſe. "For as the various ſeaſons of the year are ſupported and ſuſtained by the reconciled extremes of Wet and Dry, Cold and Heat; ſo all the orders and degrees of civil life are kept up, by Avarice and Profuſion, Selfiſhneſs and Vanity. The Miſer being but the Steward of the Prodigal; and only ſo much the more backward as the other is violent and precipitate."This year a Reſervoir to keep and ſpare, The next a Fountain ſpouting thro' his heir.

[57]

VER. 179.
Old Cotta ſham'd his fortune, &c.]

The poet now proceeds to ſupport the principles of his Philoſophy by examples: But before we come to theſe, it will be neceſſary to look back upon the general ceconomy of the poem.

In the firſt part [to ℣ 109.] the uſe and abuſe of Riches are ſatyrically delivered in precept. From thence, to ℣ 177. the cauſes of the abuſe are philoſophically inquired into: And from thence to the end, the uſe and abuſe are hiſtorically illuſtrated in examples. Where we may obſerve, that the concluſion of the firſt part, concerning the Miſer's cruelty to others, naturally introduces the ſecond, by a ſatyrical apology, ſhewing that he is full as cruel to himſelf: The explanation of which extraordinary phenomenon brings the author into the Philoſophy of his ſubject; and this ending in an obſervation of Avarice and Profuſion's correcting and reconciling one another, as naturally introduces the third, which proves the truth of the obſervation from fact. And thus the Philoſophy of his ſubject ſtanding between his Precepts and Examples, gives ſtrength and light to both, and receives it reflected back again from both.

He firſt gives us two examples [from ℣ 176 to 219.] of theſe oppoſite ruling Paſſions, and (to ſee them in their full force) taken from ſubjects, as he tells us, not void of wit or worth; from ſuch as could reaſon themſelves [as we ſee by ℣ 183, & ſeqq. and ℣ 205, & ſeqq.] into the whole length of each extreme: For the poet had obſerved of the ruling Paſſion, that

Wit, Spirit, Faculties but make it worſe;
Reaſon itſelf but gives it edge and pow'r. Eſſay, Ep. ii. ℣ 136.

Old Cotta therefore and his Son afforded him the moſt happy illuſtration of his own doctrine.

[59]

VER. 219.
The Senſe to value Riches, &c.]

Having now largely expoſed the ABUSE of Riches by example, not only the Plan, but the Philoſophy of his Poem, required, that he ſhould in the ſame way, ſhew the USE likewiſe: He therefore calls for an example, in which may be found, againſt the Prodigal, the Senſe to value [60] Riches; againſt the Vain, the Art to enjoy them; and againſt the Avaricious, the Virtue to impart them, when acquired. This whole Art (he tells us) may be comprized in one great and general precept, which is this, ‘"That the rich man ſhould conſider himſelf as the ſubſtitute of Providence in this unequal diſtribution of things; as the perſon who is To eaſe, or emulate, the care of Heav'n; To mend the faults of fortune, or to juſtify her graces."’ And thus the poet ſlides naturally into the proſecution of his ſubject in an Example of the true Uſe of Riches.

[62]

VER. 249.
But all our praiſes why ſhould Lords engroſs?
Riſe, honeſt Muſe — ]

This invidious expreſſion of the poet's unwillingneſs that the Nobility ſhould ingroſs all his praiſes, is ſtrongly ironical; their example having been given hitherto only to ſhew the abuſe of Riches. But there is great juſtneſs of Deſign, as well as agreeableneſs of Manner in the preference here given to the Man of Roſs. The purpoſe of the poet is to ſhew, that an immenſe fortune is not wanted for all the good that Riches are capable of doing; he therefore chuſes ſuch an inſtance, as proves, that a man with five hundred pounds a year could become a bleſſing to a whole country; and, conſequently, that the poet's precepts for the true uſe of money, are of more general ſervice than a bad heart will give an indifferent head leave to conceive. This was a truth of the greateſt importance to inculcate: He therefore [from ℣ 249 to 297.] exalts the character of a very private man, one Mr. J. Kyrle, of Herefordſhire: And, in ending his deſcription, ſtruck as it were with admiration at a ſublimity of his own creating, and warmed with ſentiments of a Gratitude he had raiſed in himſelf in behalf of the public, the poet burſts out,

And what? no monument, inſcription, ſtone?
His race, his form, his name almoſt unknown.

Then, tranſported with indignation at a contrary object, he exclaims,

When Hopkins dies, a thouſand lights attend
The wretch, who living ſav'd a candle's end:
Should'ring God's altar a vile image ſtands,
Belies his features, nay, extends his hands.

I take notice of this deſcription of the portentous vanity of a miſerable extortioner, chiefly for the uſe we ſhall now ſee he makes of it, in carrying on his ſubject.

[65]

VER. 297.
Behold what bleſſings Wealth to life can lend,
Now ſee what comfort it affords our end.]

In the firſt part of this Epiſtle the author had ſhewn, from Reaſon, that Riches abuſed afford no comfort either in life or death. In this part, where the ſame truth is taught by examples, he had, in the caſe of Cotta and his ſon, ſhewn, that they afford no comfort in life: the other member of the diviſion remained to be ſpoken to,

Now ſee what Comfort they afford our end.

And this he illuſtrates [from ℣ 299 to 339.] in deſcribing the unhappy deaths of the laſt Villers, Duke of Buckingham, and Sir J. Cutler; whoſe profuſion and avarice he has beautifully contraſted. The miſerable end of theſe two extraordinary perſons naturally leads the poet into this humane reflexion, however ludicrouſly expreſſed,

Say, for ſuch worth, are other worlds prepar'd?
Or are they both, in this, their own reward?

And now, as if fully determined to reſolve this doubtful queſtion, he aſſumes the air [66] and importance of a Profeſſor ready addreſs'd to plunge himſelf into the very depths of theology:

A knotty point! to which we now proceed —

when, on a ſudden, the whole ſcene is changed,

But you are tir'd. I'll tell a tale — agreed.

And thus, by the moſt eaſy tranſition, we are come to the concluding doctrine of his poem.

[69]

VER. 339.
Where London's column, &c.]

For, the foregoing examples of proſuſion and avarice having been given to ſhew, that miſapplied wealth was not enjoyed, it only remained to prove, that in ſuch circumſtances wealth became the heavieſt puniſhment; and this was the very point to be concluded with, as the great MORAL of this inſtructive poem; which is to teach us, how miſerable men make themſelves by not endeavouring to reſtrain the ruling Paſſion, tho' it be indeed implanted in the conſtitution of things; while, at the ſame time it is an anſwer to the latter part of the queſtion,

Say, for ſuch worth are other world's prepar'd?
Or are they both in this their own reward?

For the ſolution of which only, this example was jocularly pretended to have been given.

All this the poet has admirably ſupported, in the artful conſtruction of his fable of Sir Balaam, whoſe character is ſo drawn, as to let the reader ſee he had it in his power to regulate the ruling Paſſion by reaſon, as having in himſelf the ſeeds of Integrity, Religion, and Sobriety. Theſe are gradually worked out by an inſatiable thirſt of Wealth; and this again (thro' a falſe ſenſe of his own abilities in acquiring it) ſucceeded by as immoderate a Vanity. Let me only obſerve farther, that the author, in this Tale, has artfully ſummed up and recapitulated thoſe three principal miſchiefs in the abuſe of money, which the ſatyrical part of this poem throughout was employed to expoſe, namely, AVARICE, PROFUSION, and PUBLIC CORRUPTION.

NOTES.

[41]
VER. 9.
Opine.]

A word ſacred to controverſy and high debate.

VER. 20. JOHN WARD of Hackney Eſq. Member of Parliament, being ſecuted by the Ducheſs of Buckingham, and convicted of Forgery, was firſt expelled [42] the Houſe, and then ſtood in the Pillory on the 17th of March 1727. He was ſuſpected of joining in a conveyance with Sir John Blunt, to ſecrete fifty thouſand pounds of that Director's Eſtate, forfeited to the South Sea company by Act of Parliament. The Company recovered the fifty thouſand pounds againſt Ward; but he ſet up prior conveyances of his real eſtate to his brother and ſon, and conceal'd all his perſonal, which was computed to be one hundred and fifty thouſand pounds: Theſe conveyances being alſo ſet aſide by a bill in Chancery, Ward was impriſoned, and hazarded the forfeiture of his life, by not giving in his effects till the laſt day, which was that of his examination. During his conſinement, his amuſement was to give poiſon to dogs and cats, and ſee them expire by flower or quicker torments. To ſum up the worth of this gentleman, at the ſeveral aera's of his life; at his ſtanding in the Pillory he was worth above two hundred thouſand pounds; at his commitment to Priſon, he was worth one hundred and fifty thouſand, but has been ſince ſo far diminiſhed in his reputation, as to be thought a worſe man by fifty or ſixty thouſand.

FR. CHARTRES, a man infamous for all manner of vices. When he was an enſign in the army, he was drumm'd out of the regiment for a cheat; he was next baniſh'd Bruſſels, and drumm'd out of Ghent on the ſame account. After a hundred tricks at the gaming-tables, he took to lending of money at exorbitant intereſt and on great penalties, accumulating premium, intereſt, and capital into a new capital, and ſeizing to a minute when the payments became due; in a word, by a conſtant attention to the vices, wants, and follies of mankind, he acquired an immenſe fortune. His houſe was a perpetual bawdy-houſe. He was twice condemn'd for rapes, and pardoned; but the laſt time not without impriſonment in Newgate, and large confiſcations. He died in Scotland in 1731, aged 62. The [43] populace at his funeral rais'd a great riot, almoſt tore the body out of the coffin, and caſt dead dogs, &c. into the grave along with it. The following Epitaph contains his character very juſtly drawn by Dr. Arbuthnot:

HERE continueth to rot
The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES,
Who with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY,
and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life,
PERSISTED,
In ſpite of AGE and INFIRMITIES,
In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE;
Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY:
His infatiable AVARICE exempted him from the firſt,
His matchleſs IMPUDENCE from the ſecond.
Nor was he more ſingular
in the undeviating Pravity of his Manners,
Than ſucceſsful
in Accumulating WEALTH,
For, without TRADE or PROFESSION,
Without TRUST of PUBLIC MONEY,
And without BRIBE-WORTHY Service,
He acquired, or more properly created,
A MINISTERIAL ESTATE.
He was the only Perſon of his Time,
Who cou'd CHEAT without the Maſk of HONESTY,
[44] Retain his Primeval MEANNESS
When poſſeſs'd of TEN THOUSAND a Year,
And having daily deſerved the GIBBET for what he did,
Was at laſt condemn'd to it for what he could not do.
Oh Indignant Reader!
Think not his Life uſeleſs to Mankind!
PROVIDENCE conniv'd at his execrable Deſigns,
To give to After-ages
A conſpicuous PROOF and EXAMPLE,
Of how ſmall Eſtimation is EXORBITANT WEALTH
in the Sight of GOD,
By his beſtowing it on the moſt UNWORTHY of ALL MORTALS.

This Gentleman was worth ſeven thouſand pounds a year eſtate in Land, and about one hundred thouſand in Money.

Mr. WATERS, the third of theſe worthies, was a man no way reſembling the former in his military, but extremely ſo in his civil capacity; his great fortune having been rais'd by the like diligent attendance on the neceſſities of others. But this gentleman's hiſtory muſt be deferred till his death, when his worth may be known more certainly.

VER. 21.
What Nature wants commodious Gold beſtows,]

The epithet commodious gives us the very proper idea of a Bawd or Pander; and this thought produced the two following lines, which were in all the former editions,

And if we count amongſt the needs of life,
Another's Toil, why not another's Wife?

[45]

VER. 35.
— beneath the Patriot's cloak.]

This is a true ſtory which happened in the reign of William III. to an unſuſpected old Patriot, who coming out at the back-door from having been cloſeted by the King, where he had received a large bag of Guineas, the burſting of the bag diſcovered his buſineſs there.

[46]

VER. 42.
— fetch or carry Kings;]

In our author's time, many Princes had been ſent about the world, and great changes of Kings projected in Europe. The partition-treaty had diſpos'd of Spain; France had ſet up a King for England, who was ſent to Scotland, and back again; King Staniſlaus was ſent to Poland, and back again; the Duke of Anjou was ſent to Spain, and Don Carlos to Italy.

VER. 45.
Or ſhip off Senates to ſome diſtant ſhore.]

Alludes to ſeveral Miniſters, Counſellors, and Patriots baniſhed in our times to Siberia, and to that MORE GLORIOUS FATE of the PARLIAMENT of PARIS, baniſhed to Pontoiſe in the year 1720.

[47] VER. 63. Some Miſers of great wealth, proprietors of the coal-mines, had enter'd at this time into an aſſociation to keep up coals to an extravagant price, whereby the poor were reduced almoſt to ſtarve, till one of them taking the advantage of underſelling the reſt, defeated the deſign. One of theſe Miſers was worth ten thouſand, another ſeven thouſand a year.

VER. 65.
Colepeper]

Sir WILLIAM COLEPEPPER, Bart. a perſon of an ancient family, and ample fortune, without one other quality of a Gentleman, who, after ruining himſelf at the Gaming-table, paſt the reſt of his days in ſitting there to ſee the ruin of others; preferring to ſubſiſt upon borrowing and begging, rather than to enter into any reputable method of life, and refuſing a poſt in the army which was offer'd him.

[49]

VER. 82.
Turner]

One, who being poſſeſſed of three hundred thouſand pounds, laid down his Coach, becauſe Intereſt was reduced from five to four per cent. and then put ſeventy thouſand into the Charitable Corporation for better intereſt; which ſum having loſt, he took it ſo much to heart, that he kept his chamber ever after. It is thought he would not have outliv'd it, but that he was heir to another conſiderable eſtate, which he daily expected, and that by this couſe of life he ſav'd both cloaths and all other expences.

VER. 84.
Unhappy Wharton,]

A Nobleman of great qualities, but as unfortunate in the application of them, as if they had been vices and follies. See his Character in the firſt Epiſtle.

VER. 85.
Hopkins]

A Citizen, whoſe rapacity obtain'd him the name of Vultur Hopkins. He lived worthleſs, but died worth three hundred thouſand pounds, which he would give to no perſon living, but left it ſo as not to be inherited till after the ſecond generation. His counſel repreſenting to him how many years it muſt be, before this could take effect, and that his money could only lie at intereſt all that time, he expreſt great joy thereat, and ſaid, ‘"They would then be as long in ſpending, as he had been in getting it."’ But the Chancery afterwards ſet aſide the will, and gave it to the heir at law.

VER 86.
Japhet, Noſe and Ears?]

[50] JAPHET CROOK, alias Sir Peter Stranger, was puniſhed with the loſs of thoſe parts, for having forged a conveyance of an Eſtate to himſelf, upon which he took up ſeveral thouſand pounds. He was at the ſame time ſued in Chancery for having fraudulently obtain'd a Will, by which he poſſeſs'd another conſiderable Eſtate, in wrong of the brother of the deceas'd. By theſe means he was worth a great ſum, which (in reward for the ſmall loſs of his ears) he enjoy'd in priſon till his death, and quietly left to his executor.

VER. 96.
Die, and endow a College or a Cat:]

A famous Ducheſs of R. in her laſt will left conſiderable legacies and annuities to her Cats.

[51]

VER. 100.
B*nd damns the poor, &c.]

This epiſtle was written in the year 1730, when a corporation was eſtabliſhed to lend money to the poor upon pledges, by the name of the Charitable Corporation; but the whole was turned only to an iniquitous method of enriching particular people, to the ruin of ſuch numbers, that it became a parliamentary concern to endeavour the relief of thoſe unhappy ſufferers, and three of the managers, who were members of the houſe, were expelled. That ‘"God hates the poor,"’ and ‘"That every man in want is knave or fool,"’ &c. were the genuine apothegms of ſome of the perſons here mentioned.

[52]

VER. 118.
To live on Ven'ſon]

In the extravagance and luxury of the South-ſea year, the price of a haunch of Veniſon was from three to five pounds.

VER. 120.
— general Exciſe.]

Many people about the year 1733, had a conceit [53] that ſuch a thing was intended, of which it is not improbable this lady might have ſome intimation.

VER. 123.
Wiſe Peter]

PETER WALTER, a perſon not only eminent in the wiſdom of his profeſſion, as a dextrous attorney, but allow'd to be a good, if not a ſafe, conveyancer; extremely reſpected by the Nobility of this land, tho' free from all manner of luxury and oftentation: his Wealth was never ſeen, and his bounty never heard of, except to his own ſon, for whom he procur'd an employment of conſiderable profit, of which he gave him as much as was neceſſary. Therefore the taxing this gentleman with any Ambition, is certainly a great wrong to him.

VER. 126.
Rome's great Didius]

A Roman Lawyer, ſo rich as to purchaſe the Empire when it was ſet to ſale upon the death of Pertinax.

VER. 127.
The Crown of Poland, &c.]

The two perſons here mentioned were of Quality, each of whom in the Miſſiſippi deſpis'd to realize above three hundred thouſand pounds; the Gentleman with a view to the purchaſe of the Crown of Poland, the Lady on a viſion of the like royal nature. They ſince retired into Spain, where they are ſtill in ſearch of of gold in the mines of the Aſturies.

VER. 133.
Much injur'd Blunt!]

Sir JOHN BLUNT, originally a ſcrivener, was one of the firſt projectors of the Southſea company, and afterwards one of the directors and chief managers of the famous ſcheme in 1720. He was alſo one [54] of thoſe who ſuffer'd moſt ſeverely by the bill of pains and penalties on the ſaid directors. He was a Diſſenter of a moſt religious deportment, and profeſs'd to be a great believer. Whether he did really credit the prophecy here mentioned is not certain, but it was conſtantly in this very ſtyle he declaimed againſt the corruption and luxury of the age, the partiality of Parliaments, and the miſery of party-ſpirit. He was particularly eloquent againſt Avarice in great and noble perſons, of which he had indeed liv'd to ſee many miſerable examples. He died in the year 1732.

VER. 137.
— Av'rice creeping on,
Spread like a low-born miſt, and blot the Sun;]

The ſimilitude is extremely appoſite, implying that this vice is of baſe and mean original; hatched and nurſed up amongſt Scriveners, Stock-jobbers, and Citts; and unknown, 'till of late, to the Nobles of this land: But now, in the fulneſs of time, ſhe rears her head, and aſpires to cover the moſt illuſtrious ſtations in her dark and peſtilential ſhade. The Sun, and other luminaries of Heaven, ſignifying, in the high eaſtern ſtyle, the Grandees and Nobles of the earth.

[57]

VER. 182.
With ſoups unbought,]

— dapibus menſas onerabat inemptis. VIRG.

[58]

VER. 199.
(For what to ſhun will no great knowledge need,
But what to follow, is a taſk indeed.)]

The poet is here ſpeaking only of the knowledge gained by experience. Now there are ſo many miſerable examples of ill conduct, that no one, with his eyes open, can be at a loſs to know what to ſhun; but, very inviting examples of a good conduct are extremely rare: Beſides, the miſchiefs of folly are eminent and obvious; but the fruits of prudence, remote and retired from common obſervation; and if ſeen at all, yet their dependence on their cauſe not being direct and immediate, they are not eaſily underſtood.

VER. 201, 202.
Yet ſure, of qualities deſerving praiſe,
More go to ruin Fortunes, than to raiſe.]

This, tho' a certain truth, will, as I predict, never make its fortune in the City! yet, for all that, the poet has fully approved his maxim in the following deſcription.

[59]

VER. 203.
What ſlaughter'd hecatombs, &c.]

Our author repreſents this, as it truly was deſigned, a Sacrifice to the Church, to render it propitious in a time of danger to the State.

VER. 219, 220.
The Senſe to value Riches, with the Art
T'enjoy them, and the Virtue to impart.]

The Senſe to value Riches, is not, in the City-meaning, the Senſe in valuing them: [60] For as Riches may be enjoyed without Art, and imparted without Virtue, ſo they may be valued without Senſe. That man therefore only ſhews he has the Senſe to value Riches, who keeps what he has acquired, in order to enjoy one part of it innocently and elegantly, in ſuch meaſure and degree as his ſtation may juſtify, which the poet calls the Art of enjoying; and to impart the remainder amongſt objects of worth, or want well weigh'd; which is, indeed, the Virtue of imparting.

VER. 231, 232.
Whoſe meaſure full o'erflows on human race,
Mend Fortune's fault, and juſtify her grace.]

i. e. Such of the Rich, whoſe full meaſure overflows on human race, repair the wrongs of Fortune done to the indigent, and, at the ſame time, juſtify the favours ſhe had beſtowed upon themſelves.

[61]

VER. 243.
OXFORD's better part,]

Edward Harley, Earl of Oxford. The ſon of Robert, created Earl of Oxford and Earl Mortimer by Queen Anne. This Nobleman died regretted by all men of letters, great numbers of whom had experienc'd his benefits. He left behind him one of the moſt noble Libraries in Europe.

VER. 245.
Where-e'er he ſhines, oh Fortune, gild the ſcene,
And Angels guard him in the golden mean.]

This is exceedingly ſublime—The ſenſe of it ariſes from what had been ſaid a little before of ſuch a character's juſtifying the graces of Fortune; which made it, therefore, but reaſonable to expect ſhe ſhould continue them. But the more conſtant theſe were, the more need had he of ſome ſuperior aſſiſtance to keep him in the golden mean. Which the ancients ſeem'd ſo well appriſed of, that they gave to every man two Guardian Angels (here alluded to) as if, without ſtanding on either ſide of him, he could not poſſibly be kept long in the mean or middle.

[62]

VER. 250.
The Man of Ross:]

The perſon here celebrated, who with a ſmall Eſtate actually performed all theſe good works, and whoſe true name was almoſt loſt (partly by the title of the Man of Roſs given him by way of eminence, and partly by being buried without ſo much as an inſcription) was called Mr. John Kyrle. He died in the year 1724, aged 90, and lies interr'd in the chancel of the church of Roſs in Hereſordſhire.

[63]

VER. 255.
Not to the Skies in uſeleſs columns toſt.
Or in proud falls magniſicently loſt.]

The intimation, in the firſt line, well ridicules the madneſs of faſhionable Magnificence, theſe columns aſpiring to prop the ſkies, in a very different ſenſe from the heav'n-directed ſpire, in the verſe that follows: As the expreſſion, in the ſecond line, expoſes the meanneſs of it, in falling proudly to no purpoſe.

[64]

VER. 275.
Thrice happy man enabled to purſue, &c.—boundleſs charity.]

Theſe four lines, (which the poet, with the higheſt propriety, puts into the mouth of his noble friend,) very artfully introduce the two following, as by the equivocal expreſſion they raiſe our expectations to hear of millions, which come out, at laſt, to be only five hundred pounds a year. A circumſtance, as we ſee in the Comment, of great importance to be inculcated.

VER. 281.
Bluſh, Grandeur, bluſh! proud Courts, withdraw your blaze! &c.]

In this ſublime apoſtrophe, they are not bid to bluſh becauſe outſtript in virtue, for no ſuch contention is ſuppoſed: but for being outſhined in their own proper pretenſions to Splendour and Magnificence.

VER. 287.
Go, ſearch it there,]

The Pariſh-regiſter.

[65]

VER. 293.
Should'ring God's altar a vile image ſtands,
Belies his features, nay extends his hands.]

The deſcription is inimitable. We ſee him ſhould'ring the altar like one who impiouſly affected to draw off the reverence of God's worſhippers, from the ſacred table, upon himſelf; whoſe Features too the ſculptor had belied by giving them the traces of humanity: And, what was ſtill a more impudent flattery, had inſinuated, by extending his hands, as if that humanity had been ſometime or other brought into act.

VER. 296.
Eternal buckle takes in Parian ſtone.]

The poet ridicules the wretched taſte of carving large perriwigs on buſto's, of which there are ſeveral vile examples in the tombs at Weſtminſter and elſewhere.

VER. 299.
In the worſt inn's worſt room, &c.]

It is remarkable, that, in the deſcription [66] of the ſcene of action, in ſeveral parts of this poem, the poet's imagination has painted with ſuch truth and ſpirit, that one would believe he had been upon the ſpot, whereas he only hit upon what was, from a clear exception of what was natural to be.

VER. 305.
Great Villers lies — ]

This Lord, yet more famous for his vices than. his miſfortunes, after having been poſſeſs'd of about 50,000 l. pound a year, and paſt thro' many of the higheſt poſts in the kingdom, died in the year 1687, in a remote inn in Yorkſhire, reduc'd to the utmoſt miſery.

VER. 307.
Cliveden]

A delightful palace, on the banks of the Thames, built by the Duke of Buckingham.

VER. 308.
Shrewſbury]

The Counteſs of Shrewſbury, a woman abandon'd to gallantries. The Earl her huſband was kill'd by the Duke of Buckingham in a duel; and it has been ſaid, that during the combat ſhe held the Duke's horſes in the habit of a page.

VER. 312.
No Fool to laugh at which [67] he valu'd more.]

That is, he had a greater gout for oblique and diſguiſed flattery than for the more direct and bare-faced. And no wonder in a man of wit. For the taking pleaſure in fools, for the ſake of laughing at them, is nothing elſe but the compliſance of flattering ourſelves, by an advantageous compariſon which the mind, in that emotion, makes between itſelf and the object laughed at. Hence too we may ſee the Reaſon of mens preferring this kind of flattery to others. For we are always inclined to think that work beſt done which we do ourſelves.

VER. 313.
There, Victor of his health, of fortune, friends,
And fame—]

The term implies the difficulty he had to get the better of all theſe incumbrances. And it is true, as his hiſtory informs us, he had the impediment of good parts, which, from time to time, hindered a little, and retarded his conqueſts

VER. 319.
Reſolve me, Reaſon, which of theſe is worſe,
Want with a full, or with an empty purſe?]

The poet did well in appealing to Reaſon, from the parties concerned; who, it is likely, had made but a very ſorry deciſion. The abhorrence of an empty purſe would have certainly perverted the judgment of Want, with a full one: And the longings for a full one would probably have as much miſled Want, with an empty one. Whereas reaſon reſolves this matter in a trice. There being a poſſibility that Want with an empty purſe may be relieved; but none, that Want with a full purſe ever can.

VER. 322.
—Cutler—Ariſe, and tell me, &c.]

This is to be underſtood as a ſolemn evocation of the ſhade of this illuſtrious knight, in the manner of the ancients; who uſed to call up their departed heroes by two things they principally loved and deteſted, as the moſt potent of all charms. Hence this Sage is conjured by the powerful mention of a full, and of an empty purſe.

[68]

VER. 333.
Cutler and Brutus, dying both exclaim,
Virtue! and wealth! what are ye but a name!]

There is a greater beauty in this compariſon than the common reader is aware of. Brutus was, in morals at leaſt, a Stoic, like his uncle. And how much addicted to that ſect in general, appears from his profeſſing himſelf of the old academy, and being a moſt paſſonate admirer of Antiochus Aſcalonites, an eſſential Stoic, if ever there was any. Now Stoical virtue was, as our author truly tells us, not exerciſe, but apathy.—Contracted all, retiring to the breaſt. In a word, like Sir J. Culter's purſe; nothing for uſe, but kept cloſe ſhut, and centred all within himſelf.—Now virtue and wealth thus circumſtanced, are indeed no other than mere names.

VER. 339.
Where London's column,]

The Monument, built in memory of the fire of London, with an inſcription, importing that city to have been burnt by the Papiſts.

VER. 340.
Like a tall bully, lifts the [69] head and lies.]

Tho' Scriblerus is not inſenſible to the humour of this line; yet his gravity makes him wiſh that the City-monument had been honour'd with a compariſon of more dignity. He thinks, particularly, it ſhould rather have been compared to the Court-champion; as, like him, it only ſpoke the ſenſe of the Government; which, at that time, no man could have denied without the danger of a challenge — of Jury, at leaſt: When, as a great writer obſerves, a jealouſy of Popery heated the minds of men to ſuch a degree, that it ſeems almoſt wonderful the Plague was not imputed to the Papiſts as peremptorily as the Fire. Diſſ upon Parties.

[70]

VER. 355.
Conniſh]

The author has placed the ſcene of theſe ſhipwrecks in Cornwall, not only from their frequency on that coaſt, but from the inhumanity of the inhabitants to thoſe to whom that misfortune arrives: When a ſhip happens to be ſtranded there, they have been known to bore holes in it, to prevent its getting off; to plunder, and ſometimes even to maſſacre the people: Nor has the the Parliament of England been yet able wholly to ſuppreſs theſe barbarities.

VER. 360.
And lo! &c.]

The poet had obſerved above, that when the luxuriouſly ſelfiſh had got more than they knew how to uſe, they would try to do more than live; inſtead of imparting the leaſt pittance of it to thoſe whom fortune had reduced to do leſs than live: The Vanity of which chimerical project he well expoſed in theſe lines:

What Riches give us let us then enquire.
Meat, Fire, and Cloaths. What more? Meat, Cloaths, and Fire.

But here, in one who had not yet learnt the art of diſguiſing the Poverty of Wealth by the Refinements of Luxury, he ſhews, with admirable humour, the ridicule of it,

And lo! two Puddings ſmoak'd upon the board.

[71]

VER. 377.
What late he call'd a Bleſſing, now was Wit, &c.]

This is an admirable picture of human nature: In the entrance on life, all, but coxcombs born, are uſually modeſt, and eſteem the favours of their ſuperiors as marks of their benevolence: But, if theſe favours happen to increaſe, inſtead of advancing in gratitude to our benefactors, we only improve in the good opinion of ourſelves; and the conſtant returns of them make us conſider them no longer as accommodations to our wants, or obligations for our ſervice, but debts due to our merit: Yet, at the ſame time, to do juſtice to our nature, let us obſerve, that this does not proceed ſo often from downright vice as is imagined (when it does, the vice is bad indeed) but frequently from mere infirmity; and then too the reaſon is evident, for, having ſmall knowledge of, and yet exceſſive fondneſs for ourſelves, we eſtimate our merit by the opinion of others: and this perhaps would not be much amiſs, were we not apt to take their favours for a declaration of their opinion. How many, for inſtance, do we ſee in every faculty of the learned profeſſions, who, had they continued in their primeval meanneſs, had lived and died [72] as wiſe even as Socrates himſelf, that is, with the confeſſion of their knowing nothing; yet, being puſh'd up, as the proper phraſe is, have, in the rapidity of their courſe, imagined they ſaw, at every new ſtation, a new door of ſcience opening to them, without ſtaying ſo much as for a flatterer to let them in?

VER. 394.
And one more Penſioner St. Stephen gains.]

—atque unum civem donare Sibyllae.

[73]

VER. 401.
The Devil and the King divide the prize]

This is to be underſtood in a very ſober and decent ſenſe, as a ſatyr only on the ſeverity of the laws of forfeiture of lands for High-treaſon, which has been known abroad ſometimes to make Miniſters of State aid the Devil in his temptations, to foment (if not make) plots for the ſake of Confiſcations; a puniſhment never in uſe while Rome was free; but which came in with their Tyrants, and was picked up from them as the moſt precious jewel of the Crown, by the little arbitrary Monarchs that aroſe out of, and ſcrambled for the ſpoils of that Empire; and which, the wisdom and equity of the Britiſh legiſlature have condemned by an act of repeal, to commence after a convenient ſeaſon.—So ſure always, and juſt is our author's ſatyr, even in thoſe places where he ſeems moſt to have indulged himſelf only in an elegant badinage.

EPISTLE IV.
To RICHARD BOYLE, Earl of Burlington.

[]

ARGUMENT.
Of the USE of RICHES.

The Vanity of Expence in People of Wealth and Quality. The abuſe of the word Taſte, ℣ 13. That the firſt principle and foundation, in this as in every thing elſe, is Good Senſe, ℣ 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, ℣ 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 but be perverted into ſomething burdenſome or ridiculous, ℣ 65, &c. 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 Dimenſion, inſtead of the Proportion and Harmony of the whole, ℣ 97. and the ſecond, either in joining together Parts incoherent, or too minutely reſembling, or in the Repetition of the ſame too frequently, ℣ 105, &c. A word or two of falſe Taſte in Books, in Muſic, in Painting, even in Preaching and Prayer, and laſtly in Entertainments, ℣ 133, &c. Yet PROVIDENCE is juſtified in giving Wealth to be ſquandered in this manner, ſince it is diſperſed to the Poor and Laborious part of mankind, ℣ 169. [Recurring to what is laid down in the firſt book, Ep. ii. and in the Epiſtle preceding this, ℣ 159, &c.] What are the proper Objects of Magnificence, and a proper field for the Expence of Great Men, ℣ 177, &c. and finally, the Great and Public Works which become a Prince, ℣ 191, to the end.

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'TIS ſtrange, the Miſer ſhould his Cares employ,
To gain thoſe Riches he can ne'er enjoy:
Is it leſs ſtrange, the Prodigal ſhould waſt
His wealth, to purchaſe what he ne'er can taſte?
Not for himſelf he ſees, or hears, or eats;
Artiſts muſt chuſe his Pictures, Muſic, Meats:
[76] He buys for Topham, Drawings and Deſigns,
For Pembroke Statues, dirty Gods and Coins;
Rare monkiſh Manuſcripts for Hearne alone,
And Books for Mead, and Butterflies for Sloane.
Think we all theſe are for himſelf? no more
Than his fine Wife, alas! or finer Whore.
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For what has Virro painted, built, and planted?
Only to ſhow, how many Taſtes he wanted.
What brought Sir Viſto's ill got wealth to waſte?
Some Daemon whiſper'd, "Viſto! have a Taſte."
Heav'n viſits with a Taſte the wealthy fool,
And needs no Rod but Ripley with a Rule.
See! ſportive fate, to puniſh aukward pride,
Bids Bubo build, and ſends him ſuch a Guide:
A ſtanding ſermon, at each year's expence,
That never Coxcomb reach'd Magnificence!
You ſhow us, Rome was glorious, not profuſe,
And pompous buildings once were things of Uſe.
[78] Yet ſhall (my Lord) your juſt, your noble rules
Fill half the land with Imitating Fools;
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;
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.
[79] Shall call the winds thro' long Arcades to roar,
Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door;
Conſcious they act a true Palladian part,
And if they ſtarve, they ſtarve by rules of art.
Oft have you hinted to your brother Peer,
A certain truth, which many buy too dear:
Something there is more needful than Expence,
And ſomething previous ev'n to Taſte — 'tis Senſe:
[80] Good Senſe, which only is the gift of Heav'n,
And tho' no ſcience, fairly worth the ſeven:
A Light, which in yourſelf you muſt perceive;
Jones and Le Nôtre have it not to give.
To build, to plant, whatever you intend,
To rear the Column, or the Arch to bend,
[81] To ſwell the Terras, or to ſink the Grot;
In all, let Nature never be forgot.
But treat the Goddeſs like a modeſt fair,
Nor over-dreſs, nor leave her wholly bare;
Let not each beauty ev'ry where be ſpy'd,
Where half the ſkill is decently to hide.
He gains all points, who pleaſingly confounds,
Surprizes, varies, and conceals the Bounds.
Conſult the Genius of the Place in all;
That tells the Waters or to riſe, or fall,
[82] Or helps th' ambitious Hill the heav'ns 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, th' intending Lines;
Paints as you plant, and, as you work, deſigns.
Still follow Senſe, of ev'ry Art the Soul,
Parts anſw'ring parts ſhall ſlide into a whole,
[83] 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.
Without it, proud Verſailles! thy glory falls;
And Nero's Terraces deſert their walls:
[84] The vaſt Parterres a thouſand hands ſhall make,
Lo! COBHAM comes, and floats them with a Lake:
Or cut wide views thro' Mountains to the Plain,
You'll wiſh your hill or ſhelter'd ſeat again.
Ev'n in an ornament its place remark,
Nor in an Hermitage ſet Dr. Clarke.
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Behold Villario's ten-years toil compleat;
His Quincunx darkens, his Eſpaliers meet,
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,
[86] With ſilver-quiv'ring rills maeander'd o'er —
Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more;
Tir'd of the ſcene Parterres and Fountains yield,
He finds at laſt he better likes a Field.
Thro' his young Woods how pleas'd Sabinus ſtray'd,
Or ſat delighted in the thick'ning ſhade,
With annual joy the red'ning ſhoots to greet,
Or ſee the ſtretching branches long to meet!
His Son's fine Taſte an op'ner Viſta loves,
Foe to the Dryads of his Father's groves,
One boundleſs Green, or flouriſh'd Carpet views,
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!
[87] So proud, ſo grand, of that ſtupendous air,
Soft and Agreeable come never there.
Greatneſs, with Timon, dwells in ſuch a draught
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, ſhiv'ring at a breeze!
Lo, what huge heaps of littleneſs around!
The whole, a labour'd Quarry above ground.
[88] Two Cupids ſquirt before: a Lake behind
Improves the keenneſs of the Northern wind.
His Gardens next your admiration call,
On ev'ry 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 ſuff'ring 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;
Here Amphitrite ſails thro' myrtle bow'rs;
There Gladiators fight, or die in flow'rs;
Un-water'd ſee the drooping ſea-horſe mourn,
And ſwallows rooſt in Nilus' duſty Urn.
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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,
And when up ten ſteep ſlopes you've drag'd your thighs,
Juſt at his Study-door he'll bleſs your eyes.
His Study! with what Authors is it ſtor'd?
In Books, not Authors, curious is my Lord;
To all their dated Backs he turns you round,
Theſe Aldus printed, thoſe Du Suëil has bound.
Lo ſome are Vellom, 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.
And now the Chapel's ſilver bell you hear,
That ſummons you to all the Pride of Pray'r:
Light quirks of Muſick, broken and uneven,
Make the ſoul dance upon a Jig to Heaven.
[90] On painted Cielings you devoutly ſtare,
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.
But hark! the chiming Clocks to dinner call;
A hundred footſteps ſcarpe the marble Hall:
The rich Buffet well-colour'd Serpents grace,
And gaping Tritons ſpew to waſh your face.
[91] 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 to minutes eat.
So quick retires each flying courſe, you'd ſwear
Sancho's dread Doctor and his Wand were there.
Between each Act the trembling ſalvers ring,
From ſoup to ſweet-wine, and God bleſs the King.
In plenty ſtarving, tantaliz'd in ſtate,
And complaiſantly help'd to all I hate,
Treated, careſs'd, and tir'd, I take my leave,
Sick of his civil Pride from Morn to Eve;
[92] I curſe ſuch laviſh coſt, and little ſkill,
And ſwear no Day was ever paſt ſo ill.
Yet hence the Poor are cloath'd, the Hungry fed;
Health to himſelf, and to his Infants bread
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,
[93] 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 Expence,
And Splendor borrows all her rays from Senſe.
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His Father's Acres who enjoys in peace,
Or makes his Neighbours glad, if he encreaſe;
Whoſe chearful Tenants bleſs their yearly toil,
Yet to their Lord owe more than to the ſoil;
Whoſe ample Lawns are not aſham'd to feed
The milky heifer and deſerving ſteed;
Whoſe riſing Foreſts, not for pride or ſhow,
But future Buildings, future Navies grow:
Let his plantations ſtretch from down to down,
Firſt ſhade a Country, and then raiſe a Town.
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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 Vitruvius was before:
Till Kings call forth th' Idea's of your mind,
Proud to accompliſh what ſuch hands deſign'd,
Bid Harbors open, public Ways extend,
Bid Temples, worthier of the God, aſcend;
[96] Bid the broad Arch the dang'rous Flood contain,
The Mole projected break the roaring Main;
Back to his bounds their ſubject Sea command,
And roll obedient Rivers thro' the Land:
Theſe Honours, Peace to happy Britain brings,
Theſe are Imperial Works, and worthy Kings.

COMMENTARY.

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EPISTLE IV.] The extremes of Avarice and Profuſion being treated of in the foregoing Epiſtle; this takes up one particular branch of the latter, the Vanity of Expence in people of Wealth and Quality; and is therefore a corollary to the preceding. It is equally remarkable for exactneſs of method with the reſt. But the nature of the ſubject, which is leſs philoſophical, makes it capable of being analyſed in a much narrower compaſs.

VER. 1.
'Tis ſtrange, &c.]

The poet's introduction [from ℣ 1 to 39.] conſiſts of a very curious remark, ariſing from his intimate knowledge of nature, together with an illuſtration of it, taken from his obſervations on life. It is this, that the Prodigal no more enjoys his Profuſion, than the Miſer his Rapacity. It was generally thought, that Avarice only kept without enjoyment; but the poet here firſt acquaints us with a circumſtance in human life much more to be lamented, viz. that Profuſion too can communicate without it; whereas Enjoyment was thought to be as peculiarly the reward of the beneficent paſſions (of which this ſeems to have the appearance) as want of enjoyment was the puniſhment of the ſelfiſh.—The phaenomenon obſerved is odd enough. But if we look more narrowly into this matter, we ſhall find, that Prodigality, when in purſuit of Taſte, is only a Mode of Vanity, and conſequently as ſelfiſh a paſſion as even Avarice itſelf, and it is of the ordonance and conſtitution of all ſelfiſh paſſions, when growing to exceſs, to defeat their own end, which is Self-enjoyment. But beſides the accurate philoſophy of this obſervation, there is a fine Morality contained in it; namely that ill-got Wealth is not only as unreaſonably, but as uncomfortably ſquandered as it was raked together; which the poet himſelf further inſinuates in ℣ 15.

What brought Sir Viſto's ill-got wealth to waſte —

He then illuſtrates this obſervation by divers examples in every branch of wrong Taſte; and to ſet their abſurdities in the ſtrongeſt light, he, in concluſion, contraſts them [76] with ſeveral inſtances of the true, in the noble Lord to whom the Epiſtle is addreſſed. This diſpoſition is productive of various beauties: for, by this means, the Introduction becomes an epitome of the body of the Epiſtle; which, as we ſhall ſee, conſiſts of general reflections on Taſte, and particular examples of bad and good. And his friend's Example concluding the Introduction, leads the poet gracefully into the ſubject itſelf; for this Lord, here celebrated for his good Taſte, was now at hand to deliver the firſt and fundamental percept of it himſelf, which gives authority and dignity to all that follow.

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VER. 39.
Oft have you hinted to your brother Peer,
A certain truth—]

and in this artful manner begins the body of the Epiſtle.

I.

The firſt part of it, [from ℣ 38 to 95.] delivers rules for attaining to the MAGNIFICENT in juſt expence; which is the ſame in Building and Planting, that the SUBLIME is in Painting and Poetry; and, conſequently, the qualities neceſſary for the attainment of both muſt have the ſame relation.

1. The firſt and fundamental, he ſhews [from ℣ 38 to 47.] to be SENSE.

Good Senſe, which only is the gift of Heav'n,
And, tho' no Science, fairly worth the Seven.

And for that reaſon; not only as it is the foundation and parent of them all, and the conſtant regulator and director of their operations, or, as the poet better expreſſes it, — of every Art the Soul; but likewiſe as it alone can, in caſe of need, very often ſupply the offices of every one of them.

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VER. 47.
To build, to plant, &c.]

2. The next quality, for dignity and uſe, is TASTE, and but the next: For, as the poet truly obſerves, there is — ſomething previous ev'n to Taſte — 'tis Senſe; and this, in the order of things: For Senſe is a taſte and true conception of Nature; and Taſte is a ſenſe or true conception of beautiful Nature; but we muſt firſt know the Eſſences of things, before we can judge truly of their Qualities. The buſineſs of Taſte, therefore, in the purſuit of Magnificence, is, as the poet ſhews us [from ℣ 46 to 65.] 1. [to ℣ 51.] to catch or lay hold on Nature, where ſhe appears moſt in her charms. 2. [to ℣ 57.] To adorn her, when taken, as beſt ſuits her dignity and quality; that is, to dreſs her in the light and modeſt habit of a virgin, not load her with the gaudy ornaments of a proſtitute. This rule obſerved, will prevent a tranſgreſſion in the following, which is, not to let all its beauties be ſeen at once, but in ſucceſſion; for that advantage is inſeparable from a graceful and well-dreſſed perſon. 3. [to ℣ 65.] To take care that the ornaments be well ſuited to that part, which it is your purpoſe to adorn; and, as in dreſſing out a modeſt Fair, (which is the poet's own compariſion) the colours are proportioned to her complexion; the ſtuff, to the embonpoint of her perſon; and the faſhion, to her air and ſhape; ſo in ornamenting a villa, the riſe or fall of waters ſhould correſpond to its acclivities or declivities; the artificial hills or vales to its cover or expoſure; and the manner of calling in the country to the diſpoſition of its aſpect. But again, as in the illuſtration, whatever be the variety in colour, ſtuff, or faſhion, they muſt ſtill be ſo ſuited with reſpect to one another, as to produce an agreement and harmony in their aſſemblage; ſo woods, waters, mountains, vales, and viſtas muſt, amidſt all their diverſity, be ſo diſpoſed with a relation to each other, as to create a perfect ſymmetry reſulting [81] from the whole; and this, the Genius of the place, when religiouſly conſulted, will never fail to inform us of; who, as the poet ſays,

Now breaks, and now directs th' intending lines,
Paints as you plant, and, as you work, deſigns.

And this is a full and complete deſcription of the office of Taſte.

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VER. 65.
Still follow Senſe, &c]

But now when good Senſe has led us up to Taſte, our fondneſs for the elegances of our new miſtreſs, oftentimes occaſions us to neglect the plainneſs and ſimplicity of the old; we are but too apt to forſake our Guide, and to give ourſelves up ſolely to Taſte. Our author's next rule therefore 3. is, ſtill to follow Senſe, and let it perpetually accompany us thro' all the works of Taſte.

Still follow Senſe, of ev'ry art the Soul.

That is, Good Senſe ſhould never be a moment abſent from the works of Taſte, any more than the Soul from the Body; for juſt as the Soul animates and informs every air and feature of a beauteous body, ſo Senſe gives life and vigour to all the products of Taſte.

VER. 66.
Parts anſw'ring parts, &c.]

The particular advantages of the union of [83] Senſe with Taſte he then explains [from this verſe to 71.] 1. That the beautiful parts which Taſte has laid out and contrived, Senſe makes to anſwer one another, and to ſlide naturally, without violence, into a whole. 2. That many beauties will ſpontaneouſly offer themſelves, ſuggeſted from the very neceſſity which Senſe lays upon us, of conforming the parts to the whole, that no original invention of Taſte would have ſupplied. 3. A third advantage is, that you are then always ſure to have Nature on your ſide,

Nature ſhall join you —

The expreſſion is important — Senſe being a right conception of Nature; and Taſte a right conception of beautiful Nature; when theſe are in conjunction, Nature can ſtand out no longer, but preſents herſelf to you without further pains or ſearch.

VER. 71.
Without it, proud Verſailles, &c.]

To illuſtrate this doctrine, the poet next ſhews us [from ℣ 70 to 99.] that without this continued ſupport of Good Senſe, things even of the higheſt Taſte and utmoſt Magnificence, ſuch as the Buildings of Verſailles, the Gardens of Villario, and the Groves of Sabinus (which are the inſtances he gives) all, in a very little time, come to nothing. — And no wonder. For the exerciſe of Taſte WITHOUT SENSE is, where ſomething that is not beautiful Nature is [84] miſtaken for it, and ornamented as beautiful Nature ſhould be: Theſe ornaments, there fore, being deſtitute of all real ſupport, muſt be continually ſubject to change. Sometimes the owner himſelf will grow weary of them (as in the caſe of Villario) and find at laſt, that Nature is to be preferred before them,

Tir'd of the ſcene Parterres and Fountains yield,
He finds at laſt he better likes a Field.

Sometimes, again, the Heir (like Sabinus's) will be changing a bad Taſte for a worſe,

One boundleſs green, or flouriſh'd carpet views,
With all the mournful family of yews.

So that mere Taſte ſtanding expoſed between the true and falſe, like the decent man, between the rigidly virtuous, and thoroughly profligate, hated and deſpiſed by both, can never long ſupport itſelf; and with this the firſt part of the Epiſtle concludes.

II.

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VER. 99.
At Timon's Villa, &c.]

As the firſt part ended with expoſing the works of Taſte without Senſe, the ſecond begins with a deſcription [from ℣ 98 to 173.] of falſe Magnificence WITHOUT EITHER SENSE OR TASTE, in the gardens, buildings, [87] table-furniture, library, and way of living of Lord Timon; who, in none of theſe, could diſtinguiſh between greatneſs and vaſtneſs, between regularity and form, between dignity and faſtus, or between learning and pedantry. But what then? ſays the poet, here reſuming the great principle of his Philoſophy (which theſe moral Epiſtles were wrote to illuſtrate, and conſequently on which they are all regulated) tho'

Heav'n viſits with a Taſte the wealthy Fool,
And needs no Rod —

Yet the puniſhment is confined as it ought, and the evil is turned to the benefit of others: For

— hence the poor are cloath'd, the hungry fed;
Health to himſelf, and to his infants bread,
The lab'rer bears; what his hard heart denies
His charitable vanity ſupplies.

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VER. 173.
Another age, &c.]

But now a difficulty ſticks with me, anſwers an objector, this load of evil ſtill remains a monument of folly to future ages; an incumbrance to the plain on which it ſtands, and a nuiſance to the neigbourhood around, as filling it

— with imitating fools.

For men are apt to take the example next at hand; and apteſt of all to take a bad one. No fear of that, replies the poet [from ℣ 172 to 177.] Nothing abſurd or wrong is exempt from the juriſdiction of Time, which is always ſure to do full juſtice on it,

Another age ſhall ſee the golden Ear
Imbrown the Slope, and nod on the Parterre,
Deep Harveſts bury all his pride has plan'd,
And laughing Ceres reaſſume the land.

For the prerogative of

— Time ſhall make it grow,

is only due to the deſigns of true Taſte joined to Uſe: And

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'Tis Uſe alone that ſanctifies Expence;

and nothing but the ſanctity of that can arreſt the juſtice of Time. And thus the ſecond part concludes; which conſiſting of an example of falſe Taſte in every attempt to Magnificence, is full of concealed precepts for the true: As the firſt part, which contains precepts for true Taſte, is full of examples of the falſe.

III.

VER. 177.
Who then ſhall grace, &c.]

We come now to the third and laſt part; [from ℣ 176 to the end] and, as in the firſt, the poet had given examples of wrong-judged Magnificence, in things of Taſte without Senſe; and in the ſecond, an example of others without either Senſe or Taſte; ſo the third is employed in two illuſtrious examples of Magnificence in Planting and Building, where both Senſe and Taſte highly prevail: The one in him, to whom this Epiſtle is addreſſed; and the other, in the Noble perſon whoſe excellent Character bore ſo conſpicuous a part in the foregoing.

Who then ſhall grace? or who improve the Soil?
Who plants like BATHURST, or who builds like BOYLE.

Where, in the fine deſcription he gives of theſe two ſpecies of Magnificence, he artfully [94] inſinuates, that tho' when executed in a true Taſte, the great end and aim of both be the ſame, viz. the general good, in uſe or ornament; yet that their progreſs to this end is carried on in direct contrary courſes; that in Planting the private advantage of the neighbourhood is firſt promoted, till, by time, it riſes up to a public benefit:

Whoſe ample Lawns are not aſham'd to feed
The milky heifer, and deſerving ſteed;
Whoſe riſing Foreſts, not for pride or ſhow,
But future Buildings, future Navies grow.

On the contrary, the wonders of Architecture ought firſt to be beſtowed on the public:

Bid Harbours open, public ways extend;
Bid Temples, worthier of the God, aſcend;
Bid the broad Arch the dang'rous flood contain;
The Mole projected break the roaring main.

And when the public has been properly ſtrengthened and adorned, then, and not till [95] then, the works of private Magnificence may take place. This was the order obſerv'd by thoſe two great Empires, from whom we received all we have of this polite art: We read not of any the leaſt Magnificence in the private buildings of Greece or Rome, till the grandeur of their public ſpirit had adorned the State with Temples, Emporiums, Council-houſes, Common-Porticos, Baths, and Theatres.

NOTES.

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VER. 7.
Topham]

A Gentleman famous for a judicious collection of Drawings.

VER. 8.
For Pembroke Statues, dirty Gods and Coins.]

The author ſpeaks here not as as a Philoſopher or Divine, but as a Connoiſſeur and Antiquary; conſequently the natural attribute here aſſigned to theſe Gods of old renown, is not in diſparagement of their worth, but in high commendations of their genuine pretenſions.

VER. 9.
Rare monkiſh Manuſcripts for Hearne alone,]

This is not to be underſtood in the ſtrictneſs of the letter, as if Mr. Tho. Hearne enjoyed theſe rarities without a partaker; for he has been often known to exemplify theſe precious zelicks under the authority of the Clarendon Printing-houſe, where the good ſeed has ſometimes produced forty or fifty folds Hence, and from their ſtill continuing as much rarities as ever, it may be reaſonably concluded they were not the delight of Mr. T. Hearne alone.

VER. 10.
And Books for Mead, and Rarities for Sloane.]

Two eminent Phyſicians; the one had an excellent Library, the other the fineſt collection in Europe of natural curioſities; both men of great learning and humanity.

VER. 12.
Than his fine Wiſe, alas! or finer Whore.]

By the author's manner of putting together theſe two different utenſils of falſe Magnificence, it appears that, properly ſpeaking, neither the Wiſe nor the Whore is the real object of modern taſte, but the Finery only: And whoever. [77] wears it, whether the Wife or Whore, it matters not; any further than that the latter beſt deſerves it, as appears from her having moſt of it; and ſo indeed becomes, by accident, the more faſhionable thing of the two.

VER. 17.
Heav'n viſits with a Taſte the wealthy fool,]

The preſent rage of Taſte, amidſt the exceſs and overflow of general Luxury, may be very properly repreſented by a deſolating peſtilence, alluded to in the word Viſit, where Taſte becomes, as the poet ſays,

— a planetary Plague, when Jove
Will o'er ſome high-vic'd City hang his poiſon
In the ſick air —
VER. 18.
Ripley]

This man was a carpenter, employ'd by a firſt Miniſter, who rais'd him to an Architect, without any genius in the art; and after ſome wretched proofs of his inſufficiency in public Buildings, made him Comptroller of the Board of works.

VER. 19.
See! ſportive fate, to puniſh awkward pride]

Pride is one of the greateſt miſchiefs, as well as abſurdities of our nature; and therefore, as appears both from profane and ſacred Hiſtory, has ever been the more peculiar object of divine vengeance. But awkward Pride intimates ſuch abilities in its owner, as eaſes us of the apprehenſion of much miſchief from it; ſo that the poet ſuppoſes ſuch a one ſecure from the ſerious reſentment of Heaven, though it may permit fate or fortune to bring him into the public contempt and ridicule, which his native badneſs of heart ſo well deſerves.

VER. 23. The Earl of Burlington was then publiſhing the Deſigns of Inigo Jones, and the Antiquities of Rome by Palladio.

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VER. 28.
And of one beauty many blunders make;]

Becauſe the road to Taſte, like that to Truth, is but one; and thoſe to Error and Abſurdity a thouſand.

VER. 29.
Load ſome vain Church with old Theatric ſtate,]

In which there is a complication of abſurdities, ariſing both from their different natures and forms: For the one being for holy ſervice, and the other only for civil amuſement, it is impoſſible that the profuſe and laſcivious ornaments of the latter, ſhould become the reverence, retinue, and ſanctity of the other? Nor will any examples of this vanity of ornament in the ſacred buildings of antiquity juſtify this imitation; for thoſe ornaments might be very ſuitable to a Temple of Bacchus, or Venus, which would ill become the ſobriety and purity of the preſent Religion.

Again we ſhould conſider, that the uſual form of a Theatre would only permit the architectonic ornaments to be placed on the outward face; whereas thoſe of a Church may be as commodiouſly, and are more properly put within, particularly in great and cloſe pent-up Cities, where the inceſſant driving of the ſmoak, in a little time corrodes and deſtroys all outward ornaments of this kind, eſpecially if the members, as is the common taſte, be ſmall and little.

VER. 30.
Turn Arcs of triumph to a Garden-gate,]

This abſurdity ſeems to have ariſen from an injudicious imitation of what theſe Builders might have heard of, at the entrance of the antient Gardens of Rome: But they don't conſider, that thoſe were public Gardens, given to the people by ſome great man after a triumph; to which, therefore, Arcs of this kind were very ſuitable ornaments.

VER. 33.
Then clap four ſlices, &c.]

This is a very good and eaſy Receipt to make a Front, and may be worth recommending to the Builders aforeſaid, who can do nothing of their own invention, better; nor by many degrees ſo cheap: which too may deſerve the conſideration of thoſe who ſet them on work.

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VER. 36.
Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door;]

In the foregoing inſtances, the poet expoſes the abſurd imitation of foreign and diſcordant Manners in public buildings; here he turns to the ſtill greater abſurdities of taking their models from a diſcordant Climate in their private; which folly, he ſuppoſes, they will ſooner be made ſenſible of, as they muſt feel for themſelves, tho' they will not ſee for the public.

VER. 39.
Oft have you hinted, &c.
Something there is more needful than Expence.]

To convince a great man of ſo ſtrange a Paradox, that Taſte cannot be bought, even after it is paid for, will need a very broad hint indeed; eſpecially when followed by another as ſtrange, that there is

— ſomething previous ev'n to Taſte — tis Senſe.

Yet as ſevere a ſubject of humiliation as [80] all this is to the Rich, it was but neceſſary to inculcate it, in order to work in them, if poſſible, that teachableneſs of mind neceſſary for their profiting by the following inſtructions.

VER. 46. Inigo Jones the celebrated Architect, and M. Le Nôtre, the deſigner of the beſt Gardens of France.

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VER. 53.
Let not each beauty ev'ry where be ſpy'd,]

For when the ſame beauty obtrudes itſelf upon you over and over; when it meets you full at whatever place you ſtop, or to whatever point you turn, then Nature loſes her proper charms of a modeſt fair, and you begin to hate and nauſeate her as a proſtitute.

VER. 54.
Where half the ſkill is decently to hide.]

If the poet was right in comparing the true dreſs of Nature to that of a modeſt fair, it is a plain conſequence, that one half of the deſigner's art muſt be, decently to hide, as the other half is, gracefully to diſcover.

VER. 57.
Conſult the Genius of the Place, &c. — to deſigns, ℣ 64.]

The perſonalizing or rather deifying the Genius of the place, in order to be conſulted as an Oracle, has produced one of the nobleſt and moſt ſublime deſcriptions of Deſign, that poetry could expreſs. Where this Genius, while preſiding over the work, is repreſented by little and little, as advancing from a ſimple adviſer, to a creator of all the beauties of improved Nature, in a variety of bold metaphors and alluſions, all riſing one above another, till they complete the unity of the general idea.

Firſt the Genius of the place tells the waters, or only ſimply gives directions: Then he helps th' ambitious hill, or is a fellow-labourer: Then again he ſcoops the [82] circling Theatre, or works alone, or in chief. Afterwards, riſing faſt in our idea of dignity, he calls in the country, alluding to the orders of princes in their progreſs, when accuſtomed to diſplay all their ſtate and magnificence: His character then grows ſacred, he joins willing woods, a metaphor taken from the office of the prieſthood, in the adminiſtration of one of its holy rites; till at length, he becomes a Divinity, and creates and preſides over the whole:

Now breaks, or now directs th' intending lines,
Paints as you plant, and as you work deſigns.

Much in the ſame manner as the plaſtic Nature is ſuppoſed to do, in the work of human generation.

VER. 65.
Still follow Senſe, &c.]

The not obſerving this rule, bewilder'd a late noble writer (diſtinguiſhed for his philoſophy of Taſte) in the purſuit of the grand and magnificent in moral life; who when Good Senſe had led him up to the [...] of ancient renown, diſcharged his Guide, and, captivated with the delights of Taſte, reſolved all into the [83] elegancies of that idea: And now, Reaſon, Morality, Religion, and the truth of things, were nothing elſe but TASTE; which, (that he might not be thought altogether to have deſerted his ſage conductreſs) he ſometimes dignified with the name of moral ſenſe: And he ſucceeded, in the purſuit of Truth, accordingly.

VER. 66.
Parts anſw'ring parts ſhall ſlide into a whole,]

i. e. ſhall not be forced, but go of themſelves, as if both the parts and whole were not of yours, but of Nature's making. The metaphor is taken from a piece of mechaniſm finiſh'd by ſome great maſter, where all the parts are ſo previouſly fitted, as to be eaſily put together by any ordinary workman, and each part ſlides into its place, as it were thro' a groove ready made for that purpoſe.

VER. 70. The ſeat and gardens of the Lord Viſcount Cobham in Buckinghamſhire.

VER. 72.
And Nero's Terraces deſert [84] their walls:]

The expreſſion is very ſignificant. Had the Walls been ſaid to deſert the Terraces, this would have given us the image of a deſtruction, affected by time only; which had been foreign to the poet's intention, who is here ſpeaking of the puniſhment of unſupported Taſte, in the deſigned ſubverſion of it, either by good or bad, as it happens, one of which is ſure to do its buſineſs, and that ſoon; therefore it is with great propriety he ſays, that the Terraces deſert their walls, which implies purpoſe and violence in their ſubverſion.

VER. 74.
Lo! COBHAM comes, and Soats them with a Lake:]

An high compliment to the noble perſon on whom it is beſtowed, as making him the ſubſtitute of Good Senſe. — This office, in the original plan of the poem, was given to another; who not having the SENSE to ſee a compliment was intended him, convinced the poet it did not belong to him.

VER. 75, 76.
Or cut wide views thro' Mountains to the Plain,
You'll wiſh your hill or ſhelter'd ſeat again.]

This was done in Hertfordſhire, by a wealthy citizen, at the expence of above 5000 l. by which means (merely to overlook a dead plain) he let in the northwind upon his houſe and parterre, which [85] were before adorned and defended by beautiful woods.

VER. 78.
— ſet Dr. Clarke.]

Dr. S. Clarke's buſto placed by the Queen in the Hermitage, while the Dr. duely frequented the Court.

VER. 81, 82.
The Wood ſupports the Plain, the parts unite,
And ſtrength of Shade contends with ſtrength of Light.]

The imagery is here taken from Painting, in the judicious execution of the Pencil, and in the happy improvement of it by time. To underſtand what is meant by ſupporting (which is a term of art common both to Planting and Painting) we muſt conſider what things make the natural defect or weakneſs of a rude uncultivated Plain; and theſe are, the having a diſagreable flatneſs, and the not having a proper termination. But a Wood, rightly diſpoſed, takes away the one, and gives what is wanting of the other.

— The parts unite.

The utmoſt which art can do, when it does its full office, is to give the work a conſent of parts; but it is time only that can make the union here ſpoken of, there being the ſame difference between theſe, as between a ſimple Contract, and a Conſummation. So in painting, the ſkill of the maſter can go no further, in the chromatic part, than to ſet thoſe colours together, which have a natural friendſhip and ſympathy for each other: But nothing but time can unite and incorporate their tints.

And ſtrength of Shade contends with ſtrength of Light.

And now the work becomes a very picture; which the poet informs us of, in the ſublime way of poetical inſtruction, by ſetting that picture before our eyes; and not merely a picture, but a perfect one, in which the lights and ſhades, not only bear a proportion to one another in their force (which is implied in the word contends) but are both at their height (which the word ſtrength ſignifies.) As the uſe of the ſingular number in the terms Shade and Light, alludes to another precept of the art, that not only the ſhades and lights ſhould be great and broad, but that the maſſes of the clair-obſcure, in a groupe of objects, ſhould be ſo managed, by a ſubordination of the groups to the unity of deſign, as that the whole together may afford one great ſhade and light.

VER. 84.
Bluſhing in bright diverſities of day,]

i. e. The ſeveral colours of the grove in bloom, give ſeveral different tints to the lights and ſhades.

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VER. 94.
Foe to the Dryads of his Father's groves.]

Finely intimating, by this ſublime claſſical image, that the Father's taſte was enthuſiaſtical; in which paſſion there is always ſomething great and noble; tho' it be too apt, in its flights, to leave ſenſe behind it: and this was the good man's caſe. But his Son's was a poor deſpicable ſuperſtition, a low ſombrous paſſion, whoſe perverſity of Taſte could only gratify itſelf,

With all the mournful family of Yews.

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 leſſened by being divided into too many parts, with [87] 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 Evergreens (particularly Yews, which are the moſt tonſile) as to deſtroy the nobler Foreſt-trees, to make way for ſuch little ornaments as Pyramids of dark-green continually repeated, not 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.

VER. 109.
Lo! what huge heaps of [88] littleneſs around.]

Grandeur in building, as in the human frame, takes not its denomination from the body, but the ſoul of the work: when the ſoul therefore is loſt or incumber'd in its invelope, the unanimated parts, how huge ſoever, are not members of grandeur, but mere heaps of littleneſs.

VER. 117, 118.
Grove nods at grove, each Alley has a brother,
And half the platform juſt 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, &c.]

The exquiſite humour of this expreſſion ariſes ſolely from its ſignificancy. Theſe groves, that have no meaning, but very near relation, can expreſs themſelves only like twin ideots, by nods, which juſt ſerve to let us underſtand, that they know one another, as being nurſed up by one common parent.

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

[89] VER. 130. The Approaches and Communications of houſe with garden, or of one part with another, ill judged and inconvenient.

VER. 133.
His Study! &c.]

The falſe Taſte in Books; a ſatyr 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 ſhelves to be filled with painted books of wood; others pique themſelves ſo much upon books in a language they do not underſtand, as to exclude the moſt uſeful in one they do.

VER 142. The falſe Taſte in Muſic, improper to the ſubjects, as of light airs in Churches, often practiſed by the organiſts, &c.

VER. 142.
That ſummons you to all the Pride of Pray'r.]

This abſurdity is very happily expreſſed; Pride, of all human ſollies, being the firſt we ſhould leave behind us when we approach to the ſacred altar. But he who could take Meanneſs for Magnificence, might eaſily miſtake Humility for Meanneſs.

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

VER. 146.
Where ſprawl the Saints of Verrio, or Laguerre.]

The fine image here given in a ſingle word, admirably expoſes the unnatural poſition of the picture, and the too natural poſtures of its female figures.

Ibid.
Verrio or Laguerre.]

Verrio (Antonio) painted many cielings, &c. at Windſor, Hampton-court, &c. 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, threatened the ſinner with puniſhment in ‘"a place which he thought it not decent to name in ſo polite an aſſembly."’

VER. 153. Taxes the incongruity of Ornaments (tho' ſometimes practiſed by the ancients) where an open mouth ejects the water into a fountain, or where the ſhocking images of ſerpents, &c. are introduced in Grottos or Buffets.

VER. 153.
The rich Buffet well-colour'd Serpents grace,]

The circumſtance of being well-colour'd ſhews 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 employ'd) the ſuggeſtion of another, which is an injudicious manner of it. For thoſe diſagreeable objects which, when painted, give pleaſure; if coloured after nature, in relief, become ſhocking, as a toad, or dead carcaſe in waxwork: yet theſe things are the delight of all people of bad Taſte. However, the Ornament itſelf pretends to ſcience, and would juſtify its uſe by antiquity, tho' it betrays the moſt miſerable ignorance of it. The Serpent, amongſt the ancients, was ſacred, and full of venerable myſteries. Now things do not excite ideas ſo much according to their own natural impreſſions, as by fictitious ones, ariſing from foreign and accidental [91] combinations; conſequently the view of this animal raiſed in them nothing of that abhorrence which it is wont to do in us; but, on the contrary, very agreeable ſenſations, correſpondent to thoſe foreign aſſociations. Hence, and more eſpecially becauſe the Serpent was the peculiar Symbol of health, it became an extreme proper ornament to the genial rooms of the ancients: While we, who are ſtrangers to all this ſuperſtition, yet make ourſelves liable to one much more abſurd, which is, idolizing the very faſhions that aroſe from it. But if theſe pretenders to Taſte can ſo widely miſtake, it is no wonder that thoſe who pretend to none, I mean the verbal Critics, ſhould a little hallucinate in this matter. I remember, when the ſhort Latin inſcription on Shakeſpear's monument was firſt ſet up, and in the very ſtyle of elegant and ſimple antiquity, the News-papers were full of theſe ſmall Critics; in which, the only obſervation that looked like learning, was founded in this ignorance of Taſte and Antiquity. One of theſe Critics objected to the word Mors (in the inſcription) becauſe the Roman writers of the pureſt times ſcrupled to employ it; but, in its ſtead, uſed an improper, that is, a figurative word, or otherwiſe a circumlocution. But had he conſider'd that it was their Superſtition of lucky and unlucky words which occaſion'd this delicacy, he muſt have ſeen that a Chriſtian writer, in a Chriſtian inſcription, acted with great judgment in avoiding ſo ſenſeleſs an affectation of, what he miſcalls, claſſical expreſſion.

VER. 155.
Is this a dinner, &c.]

The proud Feſtivals of ſome men are here ſet forth to ridicule, where pride deſtroys the eaſe, and formal regularity all the pleaſurable enjoyment of the entertainment.

VER. 160.
Sancho's dread Doctor.]

See Don Quixote, chap. xlvii.

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VER. 169.
Yet hence the Poor, &c.]

The Moral of the whole, where PROVIDENCE is juſtified in giving Wealth to thoſe who ſquander it in this manner. A bad Taſte employs more hands, and diffuſes Expence more than a good one. This recurs to what is laid down in Book I. Epiſt. 2. ℣ 230—7, and in the Epiſtle preceeding this, ℣ 161, &c.

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VER. 176.
And laughing Ceres reaſſume the land.]

The great beauty of this line is merely owing to the Art of the poet; by which he has ſo diſpoſed a trite claſſical figure, as not only to make it do it's common office, of repreſenting a very plentiful Harveſt, but alſo to aſſume the Image of Nature, re-eſtabliſhing herſelf in her rights, and mocking the vain efforts of falſe magnificence, which would keep her out of them.

VER. 179, 180.
'Tis Uſe alone that ſanctifies expence,
And Splendor borrows all her rays from Senſe.]

Here the poet, to make the examples of good Taſte the better underſtood, introduces them with a ſummary of his Precepts [94] in theſe two ſublime lines: for, the conſulting Uſe is beginning with Senſe; and the making Splendor or Taſte borrow all its rays from thence, is going on with Senſe, after ſhe has led us up to Taſte. The art of this can never be ſufficiently admired. But the Expreſſion is equal to the Thought. This ſanctifying of expence gives us the idea of ſomething conſecrated and ſet apart for ſacred uſes; and indeed, it is the idea under which it may be properly conſidered: For wealth employed [95] according to the intention of the great donor, is its true conſecration; and the real uſes of humanity were certainly firſt in his intention.

VER. 195, 197,
&c. 'Till Kings — Bid Harbors open, &c.]

The poet, after having touched upon the proper objects of Magnificence and Expence, in the private works of great men, comes to thoſe great and public works which become a Prince. This Poem was publiſhed in the year 1732, when ſome of the new-built Churches, by the Act of Queen Anne, were ready to fall, being ſounded in boggy land (which is ſatyrically alluded to in our author's imitation of Horace lib. ii. Sat. 2.

Shall half the new-built Churches round thee fall)

others were vilely executed, thro' fraudulent cabals between undertakers, officers, &c. Dagenham-breach had done very great miſchiefs; many of the Highways throughout England were hardly paſſable, and moſt of thoſe which were repaired by Turnpikes were made jobs for private lucre, and infamouſly executed, even to the entrances of London itſelf: The propoſal of building a Bridge at Weſtminſter had been petition'd againſt and rejected; but in two years after the publication of this poem, an Act for building a Bridge paſt thro' both houſes. After many debates in the committee, the execution was left to the carpenter abovementioned, who would have made it a wooden one; to which our author alludes in theſe lines,

Who builds a Bridge that never drove a pile?
Should Ripley venture, all the world would ſmile.

See the notes on that place.

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TextGrid Repository (2020). TEI. 3654 Epistles to several persons. University of Oxford Text Archive. . https://hdl.handle.net/21.T11991/0000-001A-5CC4-0