Tho’ partisans differ, in this all agree,
From Reason’s clear light, and from Nature’s dictation,
That the Mede, at this moment, my mind’s eye doth see,
Is alone the sweet spot for the proud pillar’s station.
There stout may it stand, resisting Time’s hand:
And, Nature, great architect, as thee we prize!
From fire protect it, when down don’t neglect it,
Let it rise but to fall, let it fall but to rise.
Rare Runnymede, &c.