And did in minde, the newe Nampwiche behoulde,
A spectacle for anie mans desire:
Whose buildinges braue, where cinders weare but late,
Did represente (me thought) the Phœnix fate.
And as the oulde, was manie hundreth yeares,
A towne of fame, before it felt that crosse:
Euen so, (I hope) this Wiche, that nowe appeares,
A Phœnix age shall laste, and knowe no losse:
Which God vouchsafe, who make you thankfull, all:
That see this rise, and sawe the other fall.”