You'll see the wretched Structure's sinking State,
Blam'd to Futurity, their certain Fate.
He with a Glare of Gaiety extends
The lengthen'd Pile, and still with Dulness ends:
But THOSE without your Expectation rise;
And dazzle the Beholder with Surprize.
Nothing is vain, or ill-expos'd to sight;
No Part too heavy, nor no Dress too light.
So certain are the Methods they have fix'd,
So just proportion'd, and so aptly mix'd,