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Think we all these are for himself? no more
Than his fine Wife (my Lord) or finer Whore.
Than his fine Wife (my Lord) or finer Whore.
For what has Virro painted, built, and planted?
Only to shew how many Tastes he wanted.
What brought Sir Shylock's ill-got Wealth to waste?
Some Dæmon whisper'd, "Knights shou'd have a Taste."
Heav'n visits with a Taste the wealthy Fool,
And needs no Rod, but S———d with a Rule.
See sportive Fate, to punish aukward Pride,
Bids Babo build, and sends him such a Guide:
A standing Sermon! at each Year's expence,
That never Coxcomb reach'd Magnificence.
Only to shew how many Tastes he wanted.
What brought Sir Shylock's ill-got Wealth to waste?
Some Dæmon whisper'd, "Knights shou'd have a Taste."
Heav'n visits with a Taste the wealthy Fool,
And needs no Rod, but S———d with a Rule.
See sportive Fate, to punish aukward Pride,
Bids Babo build, and sends him such a Guide:
A standing Sermon! at each Year's expence,
That never Coxcomb reach'd Magnificence.
Oft have 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;
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;
[1]Jones and [2]Le Nôtre have it not to give.
A certain Truth, which many buy too dear:
Something there is, more needful than Expence,
And something previous ev'n to Taste—'Tis Sense;
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;
[1]Jones and [2]Le Nôtre have it not to give.
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