Where in the Soil, the obdurate Marble grows,
There on the Spot, make choice of what you will,
But HERE to use it, would be want of Skill:
And 'tis an equal Fault of those alone;
Who vainly imitate a Portland-Stone,
The dryer Climates, cherish Stucco there,
But Rains, and colder Snows, destroy it here.
Avoid, as much as in you lyes, to place,
Festoons, or looser Ornament for Grace:
Few let the Carvings be; for outside Dress: