To a lord's houfe, as lordly as can be, It happen'd that the company was gone And with delicious bits the floor was ftrew'd. Th' induftrious peafant every where does range, A PARAPHRASE UPON THE TENTH EPISTLE OF THE HORACE TO FUSCUS ARISTIUS. In a proud rage, Who can that Aglais be! Who his high race does from the gods derive? In an obfcure Arcadian vale at laft (Th' Arcadian life has always fhady been) I V. THE GARDEN. TO J. EVELYN, ESQUIRE. NEVER had any other defire fo ftrong and fo like to covetoufnefs, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life only to the culture of them, and fludy of nature; And there (with no defign beyond my wall) whole and intire to lie, In no unactive eafe, and no unglorious poverty. Or, as Virgil has faid, fhorter and better for me, that I might there "Studiis florere ignobilis oti*:" (though I could wish that he had rather faid, "Nobilis oti," when he spoke of his own.) But feveral accidents of my ill-fortune have disappointed me hitherto, and do still, of that felicity; for though I have made the firit and hardeft ftep to it, by abandoning all ambitions and hopes in this world, and by retiring from the noife of all business and almoft company, yet I flick ftill in the inn of a hired house and garden, among weeds and rubbish; and without that pleasanteft work of human induftry, the improvement of fomething which we call (not very properly, but yet we call) our own. I am gone out from Sodom, but I am not yet arrived at my little Zoar. "O let me escape thither (is it not a little one?) and my foul fhall live." I do not look back yet; but I have been forced to flop, and make too many halts. You may wonder, Sir, (for Virg. Georg. iv. 564. this feems a little too extravagant and pindarical for profe) what I mean by all this preface; it is to let you know, that though I have misled, like a chemist, my great end, yet I account my affections and endeavours well rewarded by fomething that I have met with by the bye; which is, that they have procured to me fome part in your kindnefs and efteem; and thereby the honour of having my name fo advantageoufly recommended to pofterity, by the epiftle you are pleafed to prefix to the most useful book that has been written in that kind, and which is to last as long as months and years. Among many other arts and excellencies, which you enjoy, I am glad to find this favourite of mine the most predominant; that you choose this for your wife, though you have hundreds of other arts for your concubines; though you know them, and beget fons upon them all (to which you are rich enough to allow great legacies), yet the iffue of this feems to be defigned by you to the main of the cftate; you have taken moft pleafure in it, and beftowed moft charges upon its education: and I doubt not to fee that book, which you are pleafed to promife to the world, and of which you have given us a large earneft in your calendar, as accomplished, as any thing can be expected from an extraordinary wit, and no ordinary expences, and a long experience. I know nobody that poffeffes more private happinefs than you do in your garden; and yet no man, who makes his happiness more public, by a free communication of the art and knowledge of it to others. All that I myfelf am able yet to do, is only to recommend to mankind the fearch of that felicity, which you inftruct them how to find and to enjoy. Happy art thou, whom God does blefs And in thy virtuous wife, where thou again doft meet The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wifeft books. Oh, who would change thefe foft, yet folid joys, And all which rank ambition breeds, Which feem fuch beauteous flowers, and are such poisonous weeds? As much as clay, though of the pureft kind, Could the divine impreffion take, As far as earth could fuch a likeness bear: By the quick hand of his omnipotent word. As the chief help and joy of human life, He gave him the firft gift; firit, ev'n before a wife. For God, the univerfal architect, 'T had been as easy to erect Mr. Evelyn's "Kalendarium hortenfe;" dedicated to Mr. Cowley-The title explains the propriety of the compliment, that this book was to laft as long as months and years. HURD. A Louvre or Efcurial, or a tower That might with heaven communication hold, In the world's fabric those were shown, But well he knew, what place would beft agree And we elsewhere ftill feek for them in vain If any part of either we expect, This may our judgment in the fearch direct; From all th' immoderate heat, In which the frantic world does burn and fweat! But tyrannize o'er all the year; Whilft we ne'er feel their flame or influence here. Are not from fears and cares more free Than we, who lie, or fit, or walk, below, What prince's choir of mufic can excel That, which within this fhade does dwell? They, like all other poets, live Without reward, or thanks, for their obliging pains 'Tis well if they become not prey: "I he whistling winds add their lefs artful ftrains, But to our plants, art's music too, Thefe are the spells, that to kind sleep invite, Who would not choose to be awake, While he's encompast round with fuch delight, A prifoner in the downy bands of fleep, She odorous herbs and flowers beneath him spread, Virg. Æn. i. 695. To II. Not her own lap would more have charm'd his head. Would not among rofes and jafamine dwell, With exhalations of dirt and smoke, And all th' uncleannefs which does drown, (And was, perhaps, i' th' right, if rightly underfood) And in a garden's fhade that fovereign pleasure fought: May there find cheap and virtuous luxury. Vitellius's table, which did hold As many creatures as the ark of old; Help'd with a little art and induftry, Yet ftill the fruits of earth we fee Though fhe on filver floors did tread, And Babylonifh tapestry, And wealthy Hiram's princely dye; Though Ophir's ftarry ftones met every where her eye; Though the herself and her gay hoft were dreft With all the fhining glories of the Eaft; |