The critical minute its ardour to shew;
The stones first prepare the pillar to rear,
Then discharge in this mede the just debt that we owe.
Rare Runnymede, &c.
When Eve, with a mixture of fear and surprise,
Beheld the huge pillar of Adam erected,
Her bare bosom heav’d, and gave vent to soft sighs,
While with curious eye she the structure inspected.
O’erjoy’d did she trace the moss round its base,
But its altitude did her chaste senses appal;