Who all the realms of sense and fancy guide;
Nay, some affirm, that in the deepest cell
Imperial Reason’s self does not disdain to dwell.
With living reed it’s thatch’d and guarded round,
Which, moved by winds, emit a silver sound.
Two crystal fountains near its entrance play,
Wide scattering golden beams, which ne’er decay;
Two labyrinths behind, harmonious sounds convey.
Chiefly, within, the room of state is famed,
Of rich Mosaic work divinely framed;