Excerpt from Londoni Quod Reliquum: Or, London's Remains And these to that, vast Arches bound. Its monstrous length to the unlearmed sight The Floor, and Cieling did unite. Pillars remote, approach'd, which parted, nigh And each step up - hill seem'd to lye. A Noble Porch suck'd in the Western Ray, And through th' whole House did it display. Whose richer Art made the Materials vile And with two Princes crown'd the Pile. But, so intense was the surrounding Flame, The Marble gap'd, and loos'd the Frame. The Roof, fail'd by its Propps, forc'd into th' Earth, To seek the Place that gave it Birth. Now nought remains but Ruines rudely torn, Like Cliffs which fretting Waves have worn. Chipp'd, like the rough-hew'd Oak, when th' Axe doth pare Its Trunk to an uneven Square. These Vaults (said others) do St. Faith comprise False Faith write on her, Here she lies. Rich Pawns the Letter'd Tribe did there depose, But a deceitful Guardian chose. Like Sybylla Leaves, the scorched Learning fell, Scatter'd by Winds too farre to tell. There trembling Boyes rubb'd out their Author's sense On studious Thumbs, then suck'd it thence. The Muses in those shops were woo'd and wonne But Money made the Match come on. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.