Classic Poem

Twas thus th' Almighty Poet (if we dare
Our weak and meaner Acts with his compare)
When He the World's fair Poem did of old design,
That Work, which now must boast no longer date than thine,
Tho twas in him alike to will and do,
Tho the same word, that spoke, could make it too:
Yet would he not such quick and hasty methods use,
Nor did an instant (which it might) the great Effect produce;
But when th' All-wise himself in councel sate,
Vouchsaf'd to think and be deliberate;
When Heav'n consider'd, and th' Eternal Wit and sence
Seem'd to take time and care and pains
It shew'd that some uncommon birth
That something worthy of a God was coming forth.
Nought uncorrect there was, nought faulty there,
No Point amiss did in the large voluminous Piece appear:
And when the glorious Author all survey'd,
Survey'd whatere his mighty labours made,
Well-pleas'd he was to find
All answer'd the great Model and Idea of his Mind
Pleas'd at himself he in high wonder stood,
And much his pow'r and much his wisdom did applaud,
To see how all was perfect, all transcendent good.