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Who but must laugh the Master when he sees?
A puny Insect, shiv'ring at a Breeze!
Lo! what huge Heaps of Littleness around!
The Whole, a labour'd Quarry above ground!
Two Cupids squirt before: A Lake behind
Improves the keenness of the Northern Wind.
His Gardens next your Admiration call,
On ev'ry side you look, behold the Wall!
No pleasing Intricacies intervene,
No artful Wildeness to perplex the Scene:
Grove nods at Grove, each Ally has a Brother,
And half the Platform just reflects the other.
The suff'ring Eye inverted Nature sees,
Trees cut to Statues, Statues thick as Trees,
With here a Fountain, never to be play'd,
And there a Summer-house, that knows no Shade.
Here Amphitrite sails thro' Myrtle bow'rs;
Then [1]Gladiators fight, or die, in flow'rs;
Un-water'd see the drooping Sea-horse mourn,
And Swallows roost in Nilus' dusty Urn.
A puny Insect, shiv'ring at a Breeze!
Lo! what huge Heaps of Littleness around!
The Whole, a labour'd Quarry above ground!
Two Cupids squirt before: A Lake behind
Improves the keenness of the Northern Wind.
His Gardens next your Admiration call,
On ev'ry side you look, behold the Wall!
No pleasing Intricacies intervene,
No artful Wildeness to perplex the Scene:
Grove nods at Grove, each Ally has a Brother,
And half the Platform just reflects the other.
The suff'ring Eye inverted Nature sees,
Trees cut to Statues, Statues thick as Trees,
With here a Fountain, never to be play'd,
And there a Summer-house, that knows no Shade.
Here Amphitrite sails thro' Myrtle bow'rs;
Then [1]Gladiators fight, or die, in flow'rs;
Un-water'd see the drooping Sea-horse mourn,
And Swallows roost in Nilus' dusty Urn.
- ↑ The two famous Status of the Gladiator pugnans, & Gladiator moriens.
Behold!
