Admir’d for Courage and for Arts approv’d,
They shun’d Dishonour and they spurn’d Disgrace.
The Village Mansion was a noble Place,
Whose strong Foundations down a Vale were laid;
Pride of its Lords and of the Country Grace,
Its Towers were o’er the western hill display’d,
And on an Eastern Stream broad cast their Evening Shade.
Twice twenty Steps of Stone, now mossy all, 10
Led wandering Strangers to the central Door
Of a vast Room, by name the marble Hall,