Next beauteous Baia’s warm remains invite
To Nero’s stoves my wond’ring sight;
Where palaces and domes destroy’d
Leave a flat unwholesome void:
Where underneath the cooling wave,
Ordain’d pollution’s fav’rite spot to lave,
Now hardly heaves the stifled sigh
Hot, hydropic luxury.
Yet, chas’d by Heav’n’s correcting hand,
Tho’ various crimes have fled the land;