Huge Moles whofe shadow stretch'd from fhore to
Their ruins perif'd, and their place no more!
Convinc'd, he now contracts her vaft defign;
And all her triumphs fhrink into a Coin.
A narrow orb each crowded conquest keeps:
Beneath her Palm here fad Judea weeps;
Now feantier limits the proud Arch confine,
And fearce are feen the proftrate Nile and Rhine
A fmall Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd;
And little Eagles wave their wings in Gold.
The Medal, faithful to its charge of fame,
Thro' climes and ages bears each form and nami:
In one fhort view, fubjected to our eye,
Gods, Emprors, Heroes, Sages, Beauties lie.
With fharpen'd fight pale Antiquaries pore,
Th' Infeription value, but the Ruft adore:
This, the Blue varnish, that, the Green endears,
The facred Ruft of tavice ten hundred years.
To gain Pefcennius one employs his fchemes;
One grafps a Cecrops in ecstatic dreams:
Poor Vadius, long with learned spleen devour'd,
Can tafte no pleafure fince his Shield was fcour'd
And Curio, reftlefs by the fair one's fide,
Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his Bride.
Theirs is the Vanity, the Learning thine,
Touch'd by thy hand, again Rome's glories fhine
Her Gods, and godlike Heroes rife to view,
And all her faded Garlands bloom anew.
Nor blush, thofe ftudies thy regard engage:
Thefe pleas'd the Fathers of poetic rage;
The Verfe and Sculpture bore an equal part,
And Art reflected images to Art.
Oh when fhall Britain, confcious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?