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Unelbowed by a gamester, pimp, or play’r?
But all our praises why should lords engross ?
1 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 experienced his benefits. He left behind him one of the most noble libraries in Europe.-Pope,
2 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 interred in the chancel of the church of Ross in Herefordshire. Pope. Two elms said to have been planted by the Man of Ross, were cut down, but have since appeared inside the church where they now grow,
* The Wye,
B. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do! Oh say, what sums that generous hand supply? What mines, to swell that boundless charity ?
P. Of debts, and taxes, wife and children clear, This man possessed-five hundred pounds a year. Blush, grandeur, blush! proud courts, withdraw your
blaze! Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.
B. And what? no monument, inscription, stone ? His race, his form, his name almost unknown?
P. 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 filled the space between; Proved, by the ends of being, to have been. When Hopkins dies," a thousand lights attend The wretch, who living saved a candle’s end: 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.3 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
That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim!
1 In the Parish Register.
3 The poet ridicules the wretched taste of carving large periwigs on bustos, of which there are several vile examples in the tombs at Westminster and elsewhere.-Pope.
4 This lord, yet more famous for his vices than his misfortunes, after having been possessed of about £50,000 a year, and passed through many of the highest posts i the kingdom, died in the year 1687, in a remote inu in Yorkshire, reduced to the utmost misery.-Pope.
5 A delightful palace, on the banks of the Thames, built by the Duke of Buckingham.- Pope,
The bower of wanton Shrewsbury' and love;
His grace's fate sage Cutlers could forsee,
Say, for such worth are other worlds prepared! Or are they both, in this, their own reward? A knotty point! to which we now proceed. But you are tired—I'll tell a tale— B. Agreed.
P. Where London's column, pointing at the skies Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies; 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.
1 The Countess of Shrewsbury, a woman abandoned to gallantries. The earl, her husband, was killed by the Duke of Buckingham in a duel; and it has been said, that during the combat she held the duke's borses in the habit of a page.-Pope.
2 Sir John Cutler, a rich London citizen.
3 The monument on Fish Street Hill, built in memory of the fire of London, of 1666, with an inscription, importing that city to have been burnt by the papists.-Pope.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
The dev'l was piqued such saintship to behold,
Roused by the Prince of Air, the whirlwinds sweep
Sir Balaam now, he lives like other folks,
Asleep and naked as an Indian lay,
The tempter saw his time; the work he plied;
Behold Sir Balaam, now a man of spirit,
1 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 Parliament of England been yet able wholly to suppress these barbarities.-5
There (so the dev'l ordained) one Christmas-tide
A nymph of quality admires our knight;
TO RICHARD BOYLE, EARL OF BURLINGTON.?
OF THE USE OF RICHES. The vanity of expense in people of wealth and quality. The abuse
of the word taste, ver. 13. That the first principle and foundation, in this as in everything else, is good sense, ver. 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, ver. 50. How men are disappointed in their most expensive undertakings,
1-atque unum civem donare Sibyllæ.
JUV. iii. 3.- Warburton. 1 This Epistle was written and published before the preceding one, and the placing it after the third has occasioned some awkward anachronisms and inconsistences-- Warton,
? Lord Burlington was famed for his taste in architecture. His house in Piccadilly was greatly lauded by Horace Walpole, Burling. ton House has now given way to the Royal Academy buildings, &c.