Ev'n Vanbrugh's frame, that does so brightly shine
In rules exact, and greatness of design,
Would fall a victim to devouring age,
Had not that hand, which built, adorn'd the stage.
Wit so refin'd without the poet's pain,
Such artful scenes in such a flowing vein,
O'er latest aeras deathless will prevail,
When Doric and Corinthian orders fail;
When each proud pyramid its height foregoes,
And sinks beneath the base on which it rose.