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Rh  Refuse to strike, nor will their Lord obey, Till to his speech he adds a leading stroke, And by Example does their Rage provoke. Then in a moment, ev'ry arm is rear'd, And the robb'd Palace sees, what most she fear'd, Her lofty Grove, her ornamental shield, Turn'd to a Desert, and forsaken Field. So fell Persepolis, bewail'd of all But Him, whose rash Resolve procur'd her Fall No longer now, we such Destructions fear, No longer the resounding Axe we hear, But in Exchange, behold the Fabrick stand, Built, and Adorn'd by a supporting hand; Compleat, in all itts late unequall Frame, No Loame, and Lath, does now the Building shame, But gracefull simetry, without is seen, And Use, with Beauty are improv'd within. And though our Ancestors did gravely Plott, As if one Element they vallu'd nott, Nor yet the pleasure of the noblest sence, Gainst Light and Air to raise a strong defense ; Their wiser Offspring does those gifts renew, And now we Breath [e] and now the eager View Through the enlarged Windows take[s] her way, Does beauteous Fields, and scatter' d Woods survey, Flyes or'e th' extended Land, and sinks but in the Sea. Or when contented with an easyer flight, The new wrought Gardens, give a new delight, Where ev'ry fault, that in the Old was found, Is mended, in the well disposed Ground. Such are th' Effects, when Wine, nor loose delights, Devour the Day, nor waste the thoughtlesse Nights, But gen'rous Arts, the studious Hours engage, To blesse the present, and succeeding Age. 