Epistles To Several Persons: Epistle Iv, To Richard Boyle, Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Est brevitate opus ut currat sententia neu se	A
Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures	A
Et sermone opus est modo tristi saepe jocoso	A
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae	B
Interdum urbani parcentis viribus atque	C
Extenuantis eas consulto	B
Horace Satires I x	A
'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ	D
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy	D
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste	B
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste	B
Not for himself he sees or hears or eats	A
Artists must choose his pictures music meats	A
He buys for Topham drawings and designs	A
For Pembroke statues dirty gods and coins	A
Rare monkish manuscripts for Hearne alone	E
And books for Mead and butterflies for Sloane	E
Think we all these are for himself no more	F
Than his fine wife alas or finer whore	F
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For what his Virro painted built and planted	B
Only to show how many tastes he wanted	B
What brought Sir Visto's ill got wealth to waste	B
Some daemon whisper'd Visto have a taste	B
Heav'n visits with a taste the wealthy fool	G
And needs no rod but Ripley with a rule	G
See sportive fate to punish awkward pride	B
Bids Bubo build and sends him such a guide	B
A standing sermon at each year's expense	A
That never coxcomb reach'd magnificence	A
You show us Rome was glorious not profuse	A
And pompous buildings once were things of use	A
Yet shall my Lord your just your noble rules	A
Fill half the land with imitating fools	A
Who random drawings from your sheets shall take	C
And of one beauty many blunders make	C
Load some vain church with old theatric state	B
Turn arcs of triumph to a garden gate	B
Reverse your ornaments and hang them all	H
On some patch'd dog hole ek'd with ends of wall	H
Then clap four slices of pilaster on't	B
That lac'd with bits of rustic makes a front	B
Or call the winds through long arcades to roar	F
Proud to catch cold at a Venetian door	F
Conscious they act a true Palladian part	B
And if they starve they starve by rules of art	B
	-
Oft have you hinted to your brother peer	I
A certain truth which many buy too dear	I
Something there is more needful than expense	A
And something previous ev'n to taste 'tis sense	A
Good sense which only is the gift of Heav'n	E
And though no science fairly worth the sev'n	E
A light which in yourself you must perceive	J
Jones and Le Notre have it not to give	K
	-
To build to plant whatever you intend	B
To rear the column or the arch to bend	B
To swell the terrace or to sink the grot	B
In all let Nature never be forgot	B
But treat the goddess like a modest fair	L
Nor overdress nor leave her wholly bare	L
Let not each beauty ev'rywhere be spied	B
Where half the skill is decently to hide	B
He gains all points who pleasingly confounds	A
Surprises varies and conceals the bounds	A
	-
Consult the genius of the place in all	H
That tells the waters or to rise or fall	H
Or helps th' ambitious hill the heav'ns to scale	M
Or scoops in circling theatres the vale	M
Calls in the country catches opening glades	A
Joins willing woods and varies shades from shades	A
Now breaks or now directs th' intending lines	A
Paints as you plant and as you work designs	A
	-
Still follow sense of ev'ry art the soul	N
Parts answ'ring parts shall slide into a whole	N
Spontaneous beauties all around advance	A
Start ev'n from difficulty strike from chance	A
Nature shall join you time shall make it grow	O
A work to wonder at perhaps a Stowe	O
	-
Without it proud Versailles thy glory falls	A
And Nero's terraces desert their walls	A
The vast parterres a thousand hands shall make	C
Lo Cobham comes and floats them with a lake	C
Or cut wide views through mountains to the plain	E
You'll wish your hill or shelter'd seat again	E
Ev'n in an ornament its place remark	C
Nor in an hermitage set Dr Clarke	C
	-
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete	B
His quincunx darkens his espaliers meet	B
The wood supports the plain the parts unite	B
And strength of shade contends with strength of light	B
A waving glow his bloomy beds display	P
Blushing in bright diversities of day	P
With silver quiv'ring rills meander'd o'er	Q
Enjoy them you Villario can no more	F
Tir'd of the scene parterres and fountains yield	B
He finds at last he better likes a field	B
	-
Through his young woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd	B
Or sat delighted in the thick'ning shade	B
With annual joy the redd'ning shoots to greet	B
Or see the stretching branches long to meet	B
His son's fine taste an op'ner vista loves	A
Foe to the dryads of his father's groves	A
One boundless green or flourish'd carpet views	A
With all the mournful family of yews	A
The thriving plants ignoble broomsticks made	B
Now sweep those alleys they were born to shade	B
	-
At Timon's villa let us pass a day	P
Where all cry out What sums are thrown away	P
So proud so grand of that stupendous air	L
Soft and agreeable come never there	L
Greatness with Timon dwells in such a draught	B
As brings all Brobdingnag before your thought	B
To compass this his building is a town	E
His pond an ocean his parterre a down	E
Who but must laugh the master when he sees	A
A puny insect shiv'ring at a breeze	A
Lo what huge heaps of littleness around	B
The whole a labour'd quarry above ground	B
Two cupids squirt before a lake behind	B
Improves the keenness of the Northern wind	B
His gardens next your admiration call	H
On ev'ry side you look behold the wall	H
No pleasing intricacies intervene	E
No artful wildness to perplex the scene	E
Grove nods at grove each alley has a brother	Q
And half the platform just reflects the other	Q
The suff'ring eye inverted Nature sees	A
Trees cut to statues statues thick as trees	A
With here a fountain never to be play'd	B
And there a summerhouse that knows no shade	B
Here Amphitrite sails through myrtle bow'rs	A
There gladiators fight or die in flow'rs	A
Unwater'd see the drooping sea horse mourn	E
And swallows roost in Nilus' dusty urn	E
	-
My Lord advances with majestic mien	E
Smit with the mighty pleasure to be seen	E
But soft by regular approach not yet	B
First through the length of yon hot terrace sweat	B
And when up ten steep slopes you've dragg'd your thighs	A
Just at his study door he'll bless your eyes	A
	-
His study with what authors is it stor'd	B
In books not authors curious is my Lord	B
To all their dated backs he turns you round	B
These Aldus printed those Du Sueil has bound	B
Lo some are vellum and the rest as good	B
For all his Lordship knows but they are wood	B
For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look	C
These shelves admit not any modern book	C
	-
And now the chapel's silver bell you hear	R
That summons you to all the pride of pray'r	S
Light quirks of music broken and uneven	E
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven	E
On painted ceilings you devoutly stare	L
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre	L
On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie	T
And bring all paradise before your eye	T
To rest the cushion and soft dean invite	B
Who never mentions Hell to ears polite	B
	-
But hark the chiming clocks to dinner call	H
A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall	H
The rich buffet well colour'd serpents grace	A
And gaping Tritons spew to wash your face	A
Is this a dinner this a genial room	U
No 'tis a temple and a hecatomb	U
A solemn sacrifice perform'd in state	B
You drink by measure and to minutes eat	B
So quick retires each flying course you'd swear	L
Sancho's dread doctor and his wand were there	L
Between each act the trembling salvers ring	C
From soup to sweet wine and God bless the King	C
In plenty starving tantaliz'd in state	B
And complaisantly help'd to all I hate	B
Treated car	L

Alexander Pope

Epistles To Several Persons: Epistle Iv, To Richard Boyle, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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