128
TO
THE LORD
Cary of Lepington,
upon his translation of
Malvezzi.
So swift is Thought; this Morne I tooke my flight
To ruin'd Babell, and return'd to Night:
So strong, that Time (whose course no pow'r could slack)
I have enforc'd some Forty ages back:
To me, that great disorder, and decay,
Was both begun, and consummate to Day:
My selfe, some strong Chaldean Mason there,
Still sore, with massie Stones they made me beare:
Just now (me thinkes) I'm struck, for some command
Mistooke, in words I could not understand.
To ruin'd Babell, and return'd to Night:
So strong, that Time (whose course no pow'r could slack)
I have enforc'd some Forty ages back:
To me, that great disorder, and decay,
Was both begun, and consummate to Day:
My selfe, some strong Chaldean Mason there,
Still sore, with massie Stones they made me beare:
Just now (me thinkes) I'm struck, for some command
Mistooke, in words I could not understand.
So
