agone, said a townsman, smiling, for I doubt we should

Of one fair palace, that far far surpass'd,

Even for common bulk, those olden three,

Memphis, and Babylon, and Nineveh.

As large, as bright, as colour'd as the bow

Of Iris, when unfading it doth show

Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch

Through which this Paphian army took its march,

Into the outer courts of Neptune's state: