Gay, for his part, as birthday beau,
Whose soul is vanish’d into show;
On Paul’s famed temple chanc’d to light,
To ease his long laborious flight:
There, as his optics gaz’d around
(An inch or two their utmost bound),
He thus began:—“Men vainly tell
How they in works of skill excel:
This edifice they proudly show
To prove what human art can do;