Classic Poem

To The countess of Ruttland upon Her New reedefying of Belvoir after it had been ruined by the Late Civil warr

Iam Seges est ubi Troia fuit—Belvorius ante
Destructus Bello tam Renovatus erit.

Wher Troy once stood (some say) now Corne doth growe
Fertillety thus springs from Overthrowe
Had Belvoyr not been crusht by our late quarrell
It had not shined now in such Aparrell
As Its Reedefying hath put on
To Shape the Frame into an Union
Thus have I read the Phenix bird to die
To rayse an Other to Posterety
And out of perfumd Ashes to restore
That wonder to the world admird before
As Heer you see out of a Rubbish-heap
(Made soe by warr) a Stately Pallace leap
Again to entertain Peace may't be had
To make the Patrons, and Their best Frends glad:
Wher All to Architect prescribe may see
Their Observations and their Cymentry
So well Skoard out that it might give content
To Curious Wootten and His Element:
The Quaint Contriver forming All a-Newe
To Challenge Admiration from the View
Of the Behowlders Rayseth such a Pile
That Smooth-hewn-Ston seems pleasd, and windows smile
The Bounteous Vale Adoring It the while:
Heer on the Frontespice One may descrye
The Sevrall Scuttchions of Heraldry
This Elevated Mount and Sharp-rais'd Hill
At first belongd to, and belongs to still
And that I need not Heer the Owners name
Manners and Ancient Honer speak the same
Which that They may enjoy long and commend
From Age to Age shall be my wishes End.