Alexander Pope

“ 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 sate delighted in the thick'ning Shade,
With annual Joy the red'ning Shoots to greet,
And 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 Allies they were born to shade.
Yet hence the Poor are cloth'd, the Hungry fed ”

“ 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.
Begin with Sense, of ev'ry Art the Soul,
Parts answ'ring Parts, shall slide into a Whole,
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 [3] Stow.
Without it, proud Versailles! thy Glory falls,
And Nero's Terrasses desert their Walls:
The vast Parterres a thousand hands shall make,
Lo! ”

“ Printed for L. Gilliver at Homer's Head in Fleetstreet, Mdccxxxi. Price 1 s.
AN
EPISTLE
To the Right Honourable
RICHARD Earl of BURLINGTON.
'TIS strange, the Miser should his Cares imploy
To gain those Riches he can ne'er enjoy:
Is it less strange, the Prodigal should waste
His Wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Not for himself he sees, or hears, or eats ”