But all in vain, their Indian mine was gone,
[800]Their minting house deprivèd of the stamp,
Their costly gems were changed to pebble stone,
Their hemisphere forsaken by their lamp:
Saturn's exiled, Jove awes this massy ball,
And now the iron age ungoldeth all.
The wand'ring wheels, bestud with iron knobs,
Posted Bellama to the virgin-tower,
Which freed her from the noise of servile throbs;
Is entertainèd like a goddy power,