I would be transmigrated to your Pine.
The Cane or Mine, (that makes that Spot of ground
As rich, as any ’twixt the Poles is found)
Is here so full and happily exprest:
You Candy that, which does preserve the rest:
And its Ingenio seemes to be a Lecture
(As ’tis describ’d) o’ th’ Art of Architecture.
The Texture of the whole you’ve wove so nice,
Your fine spun thread, warpt, wooft with Artifice.
It seemes a Landscape in rich Tapestry,