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Where once the Cottage stood, with glad Surprize
The Prince beholds the stately Palace rise;
On the pav’d Streets, and Gates, looks wond’ring down,560
And all the Crowd and Tumult of the Town.
The Tyrians ply their Work; with many a Groan
These roll, or heave some huge unweildy Stone;
Those bid the lofty Cittadel ascend;
Some in vast Length th’ embattled Walls extend;565
Others for future Dwellings choose the Ground,
Mark out the Spot, and draw the Furrow round.
Some, useful Laws propose, and some, the Choice
Of sacred Senates, and elect by Voice.
These sink a spacious Mole beneath the Sea,570
Those an huge Theatre’s Foundation lay;
Hew massy Columns from the Mountain’s Side,
Of future Scenes an ornamental Pride.
Thus to their Toils, in early Summer, run
The clust’ring Bees, and labour in the Sun;575