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And when up ten steep slopes you've dragg'd yout
thighs, Just at his study-door he'll bless your eyes.
His study! with what authors is it stor'd?
150 But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call ; A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall : The rich buffet well-colour'd serpents grace, And gaping tritons spew to wash your face.
Ver. 146. Verrio or Luguerre,] Verrio (Antonio) painted many cielings, &c. at Windsor, Hampton-Court, &c. and Laguerre at Blenheim-castle, and other places.
Is this a dinner? this a genial room?
155 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, 161 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, 165 Sick of his civil pride from morn to eve ; I curse such lavish cost, and little skill, And swear no day was ever pass’d so ill.
Yet hence the poor are cloth’d, the hungry fed; Health to himself, and to his infants bread
170 The lab’rer bears : What his hard heart denies, His charitable vanity supplies. Another
shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre, Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann'd, 175 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
180 His father's acres who enjoys in peace, Or makes his neighbours glad, if he encrease :
Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil,
You too proceed ! make falling arts your care,