Present a spectacle
To the wide world patent.
In lowly rev'rence hail this hallow'd spot,
And henceforth learn
Gold beneath dross
Heav'n below earth,
Rome under Rome to find!

F.T.J.B.

Brookthorpe.


_Parallel Passages._--

"_There is an acre sown with royal seed_, the copy of the
greatest change from rich to naked, from cieled roofs to arched
coffins, from _living like gods to die like men_."--Jeremy
Taylor's _Holy Dying_, chap. i. sect. 1. p. 272. ed. Edin.

"_Here's an acre sown_ indeed
_With_ the richest _royalest seeds_,
That the earth did e'er suck in,
Since the first man dyed for sin:
Here the bones of birth have cried,
Though _gods they were, as men they died_."
F. BEAUMONT

M.W.
Oxon.