Classic Poem

To a Frend upon my Pallace and habitation in one of the New houses in Portugall Rowe in Lincolns Inn fields London

Wher I abide, or whither Fled
If you would know, let These be read:
At first to Durram Yard I range
Yet finding that Place neer the Change
I soon remoovd wher more Ayre yeilds
Content and Pleasure into th'Fields
And tooke a house which though't not shine
To me's a Pallas because mine
Thence I behowld and view at ease
What Travailers on Land or Seas
Can boast they'v seen, as water store
And mountains too before my dore
The Terrene Sea nor Ebbs nor Flowes
Is not Comparable to Those
Black Standing Liquids heer remain
An Ornament unto the Plain
Compast about with Alps preferr
The Great Toyle of the Scavenger
Wher 'sted of wolves of Boars and Bears
The Croaking Frog and Toad appeers
Raising their heads above their Sire
Of putrid Dirt and Dung and Mire
Yet at th'approach of Rat or Mouse
This and That leavs his Mud-wald house
And Skips or Crawles into the wave
That stands hard by Himself to save
So People It for fish since none
Of the Skal'd Tribe was ere ther known
Who would not judg Himself neer Nile
And each of These some Crocadile
Or in the King of Egipts chamber
Wher such quick Cattle once did clamber
That was a Curse; now marke and see
Through Times strange Mutabilety
How Changes prove; we count of These
As Blessings Eyes and Ears to pleas
Whilst Colon comes, presents, guives fier
To Top these mountains, make them higher
And whence some Urine-Torrents make
The waters rise with in the Lake
Like Genver Zee whose waters Growe
As Great St Bernard sweats his snowe
Judg if the vapours hence arise
Must not needs Densefy the Skies
And make the Ayre with health abound
Wher such a Prospect may be found
Howere to These we must be debter
Cause Cuntry seats will seem the better.