AnEPISTLEtoLordB—Lord Bathurst. "Allen Bathurst one of the twelve Peers created by
Queen Anne. A nobleman possessed of the greatest abilities and the most amiable qualities. The friend and
patron of the first writers of the times, and a patriot, upon whom no suspision ever fell that he acted but
according to the dictates of his judgment. At a very advanced period of life, he was honoured with the title of
an Earl, and died on the 16th of September 1775, at the age of 91 years." (1782)BytheSame.HOWhappyyou!whovariedjoyspursue;Andeveryhourpresentsyousomethingnew?Plans,schemes,andmodels,allPalladio'sart,Forsixlongmonthshavegain'duponyourheart;Ofcolonades,ofcorridoresyoutalk,Thewindingstair-caseandthecover'dwalk;YoublendtheorderswithVitruviantoil,Andraisewithwond'rousjoythefancy'dpile:Butthedullworkman'sslowperforminghandButcoldlyexecuteshislord'scommand.Withdirtandmortarsoonyougrowdispleas'd,Plantingsucceeds,andavenuesarerais'd,Canalsarecut,andmountainslevelmade;Bowersofretreat,andgalleriesofshade;Theshaventurfpresentsalivelygreen;Theborderingflow'rsinmystickknotsareseen:Withstudiedartonnatureyourefine—Thespringbeheldyouwarminthisdesign,Butscarcethecoldattacksyourfav'ritetrees,Yourinclinationfails,andwishesfreeze.Youquitthegrove,solatelyyouadmir'd;Withotherviewsyoureagerhopesarefir'd,Posttothecityyoudirectyourway;Notbloomingparadisecouldbribeyourstay:Ambitionshewsyourpower'sbrightestside;'Tismeanlypoorinsolitudetohide.Tho'certainpainsattendthecaresofstate,Agoodmanoweshiscountrytobegreat;Shouldactabroadthehighdistinguish'dpart,Orshewatleastthepurposeofhisheart.Withthoughtslikethesetheshiningcourtsyouseek;Fullofnewprojectsforalmostaweek:Youthendespisethetinselglitteringsnare;Thinkvilemankindbelowaseriouscare.Lifeistooshortforanydistantaim;Andcoldthedullrewardoffuturefame:Behappythenwhileyetyouhavetolive;Andloveisalltheblessingheav'ncangive.Fir'dbynewpassionyouaddressthefair;Surveytheoperaasagayparterre:YoungCloe'sbloomhadmadeyoucertainprize,Butforaside-longglancefromCelia'seyes:Yourbeatingheartacknowledgesherpower;Youreagereyesherlovelyformdevour;Youfeelthepoisonswellinginyourbreast,Andallyoursoulbyfonddesirepossess'd.Indyingsighsalongthreehoursarepast;Tosomeassemblywithimpatienthaste,Withtremblinghope,anddoubtfulfearyoumove,Resolv'dtotemptyourfate,andownyourlove:ButthereBelindameetsyouonthestairs,Easyhershape,attractingallherairs;Asmileshegives,andwithasmilecanwound;Hermeltingvoicehasmusickinthesound;Hereverymotionwearsresistlessgrace;Witinhermien,andpleasureinherface:Herewhileyouvoweternityoflove,CloeandCeliaunregardedmove.ThusonthesandsofAfric'sburningplains,Howeverdeeplymade,nolongimpressremains;Thelightestleafcanleaveitsfigurethere;Thestrongestformisscatteredbytheair.Soyieldingthewarmtemperofyourmind,Sotouch'dbyev'ryeye,sotoss'dbywind;Oh!howunliketheheav'nmysouldesign'd!Unseen,unheard,thethrongaroundmemove;Notwishingpraise,insensibleoflove:Nowhisperssoften,nornobeautiesfire;CarelessIseethedance,andcoldlyhearthelyre.Sonum'rousherdsaredriveno'ertherock;Noprintisleftofallthepassingflock:Sosingsthewindaroundthesolidstone:Sovainlybeatthewaveswithfruitlessmoan.Tediousthetoil,andgreattheworkman'scare,Whodareattempttofiximpressionsthere:Butshouldsomeswainmoreskilfulthantherest,Engravehisnameuponthismarblebreast,Notrollingagescou'ddefacethatname;Thro'allthestormsoflife'tisstillthesame:Tho'lengthofyearswithmossmayshadetheground,Deep,tho'unseen,remainsthesecretwound.