To a coy Lady

Trav'ller, thou lookst for old Rome in the new,
And yet in Rome , thou nought of Rome canst view
Behold the frame of walls, dis-joynted stone,
And the vast Theater, that's overthrown;
Lo here's Romes carkass still; thou may'st behold
How the new Rome is threatned by the old
Learn hence the power of fate, fix'd things decay,
But that that's alwayes toss'd and mov'd, does stay.
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