AN ELEGY ON WHITE-HALL.
WEEP all ye Mortals who have Teares to spare
You that have none, continue as you are:
But if you can't your usual Temper keep,
You, if you please, may
Laugh at those that
Weep
But
Reader, thou may'st justly ask me why,
Or wherefore, I would have you
Laugh or
Cry:
I'll tell thee then, if know the truth you must,
Alas! alas! WHITE-HALL's Consum'd to Dust,
In Earthly things, Ah! Who would put their trust?
Tho' I confess, if I may be so bold,
To tell to you, what I have oft been told,
'Twas but a wicked Structure whilst it stood,
I always thought 'twould never come to Good.
Most, I believe, will my Opinion hold,
Like some good Wives, 'twas
Ʋgly, and 'twas
Old.
Some think it was a Palace of Renown,
But I must say (with rev'rence to the Crown)
It never look'd truly Noble till 'twas down.
As scatter'd Ruins most delightful be,
In whose
Disorder we more
Beauty see,
Than can be found in
Regularity.
Before 'twas Burnt, it Unregarded stood,
A shapeless, homely Pile of Brick and Wood
But when the fatal Flames had bore it down,
'Twas Gaiz'd at, and Admir'd by all the Town.
Alas 'tis gon! And all that does remain,
Is to Rebuild it Finer up again;
Which Politicians say will be the sequel,
So
Laugh, or
Cry, to me the matter's equal.
LONDON Printed for John Harris 1698.