Classic Poem

Octavo Huic Miro Septem Miracula Cedent

Seav'n wonders to this eight guive way
To let the Owld world see
Antiqueties the new arraye
In its Owne Livery
Which Edefice for art and skill
The Master may compare
With All that stand on vale or Hill
He'l finde ther's none soe rare
Heer are with Judgment Trophies spun
To mark out to this Age
What the wise men of Owld had done
Soe brings Them on our stage
Methinks it seems just to add this waight
Unto His Wisedom and Count him the Eight.