Drough forty veet o' slender langth,
To end wi' carvèd heads below
The broad-vloor'd landèn's aïry bow.
Aïght zides, as you do zee, do bound
The lower buildèn on the ground,
An' there in woone, a two-leav'd door
Do zwing above the marble vloor:
An' aÿe, as luck do zoo betide
Our comèn, wi' can goo inside.
The door is oben now. An' zoo