Unhappy I!——But Fortune stept between:
And proper Physick cur'd me of the Spleen.
And now I'm satisfy'd to keep my Sense:
Make Rules my Guide, to plead in my Defence:
Give to the Roman Sciences their Due:
And write, to whet that Appetite, in you.
Tell what the Duty of a Builder is,
Point out what's Right in Practice; what's amiss.
Shew where, and how to decorate with Skill,
What Ornaments are just, and what are ill.