Sublime above the rest, the statelier stand. 600 So once were rang'd the sons of ancient Rome, 610 Must be detach'd, and where it strews the floor Swept with a woman's neatness, breeding else Discharge but these kind offices, (and who 621 Would spare, that loves them, offices like these?) So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Runs round; still ending, and beginning still, To no mean hand, and asks the touch of taste. Here also grateful mixture of well-match'd 630 And sorted hues (each giving each relief, The beds the trusted treasure of their seeds, 650 Forecasts the future whole; that when the scene And sorted hues (each giving each relief, And by contrasted beauty shining more) Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polish'd mind. 640 Without it all is Gothic as the scene, To which th' insipid citizen resorts Near yonder heath; where Industry mispent, Has made a Heav'n on Earth; with suns and moons Of close-ramm'd stones has charg'd th' encumber'd soil, And fairly laid the zodiac in the dust. He therefore, who would see his flow'rs dispos'd Sightly and in just order, ere he gives The beds the trusted treasure of their seeds, 650 Forecasts the future whole; that when the scene |