Taceat Rhodus, facessat Ephesus, et quicquid fabulosa
Prædicat antiquitas; illic laudanda Artificis industria,
Hîc admiranda mentis sublimitas celebranda venit.
Cui impares fuere tot seculis retroactis omnes Græci,
Et Romani, humano conatu, id præstitit nostra
Ætate unus Cambrobritannus, Divino afflatu:
Soli Deo Gloria.
Martis & Imperii Palmam fert Roma perennem;
Artis & Ingenii Cambria culmen habet.
... pauci, quos æquus amavit
Jupiter, aut ardens evexit ad æthera virtus,
Hoc potuere....
Jacobus Rollocus,
Scoto-Belga-Britannus.
A Panegyrick to the Right Honourable Edward, Lord Marquess of Worcester, Upon his stupendious and never-sufficiently-commended Water-work.
I know mean subjects need a skilful Pen
To stretch their worth on tenter-hooks, but when
A Theam falls out so pregnant, who can chuse
But strain his vulgar Wit to prove a Muse?
Come, fainting Pilgrim, lay here down thy Pack,
And, while thou rests thy wearied limbs, look back
Upon this Pageant, th’ Emblem of his mind,
Whose Art and skill hath this our Age refin’d.