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| If there be nothing new, but that which is | 1 |
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| Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd, |
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| Which labouring for invention bear amiss |
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| The second burthen of a former child! |
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| O! that record could with a backward look, | 5 |
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| Even of five hundred courses of the sun, |
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| Show me your image in some antique book, |
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| Since mind at first in character was done! |
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| That I might see what the old world could say |
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| To this composed wonder of your frame; | 10 |
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| Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they, |
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| Or whether revolution be the same. |
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 O! sure I am the wits of former days, |
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| To subjects worse have given admiring praise. |
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