The Description of the Palace of the Sun, and Constagration of the World, partly imitated from Ovid

On lofty Pillars Sol's high Palace stands,
And shews the Pow'r of it's Creatour's Hands.
The two leav'd Doors were of bright Silver made,
Which the Sun's-Beams with equal Beams repaid.
On them were Carv'd, the Heavens, the Earth, and Floods,
Vast Cities, Rivers, Mountains, Plains, and Woods.
Large, flowry Fields, with straying Flocks appear,
Here, twining Streams, and Nymphs, and Fawns seen there,
And the fair Doris drying, on the Rocks, her Hair.
Tritons, with Shells, here, sounding on the Sea,
While, the blew Gods o'er all the Billows play.
Far above these, Heav'ns radiant Image shines,
Deckt on each side, with six refulgent Signs.
The Iv'ry roof shone bright with burnish'd Gold,
Clearer than Flames, when Circled round with cold
The Chrystal Floor supports a glorious Throne,
Which is around with hallow'd Light o'erflown.
Sol, Cloath'd in Purple, here in State appears,
And a bright Crown of pointed rays he wears.
His Seat's rich Stones a sparkling Lustre raise,
The Emraulds shine, and to the Eye they Blaze.
Beneath this Throne, plac'd most profoundly low,
That vast, and boundless, Sea, Eternity, does flow.
On this, the Sun his fiercest Beams displays,
Ages begetting, with his Vital rays.
Well may the Poets Fiction be allow'd,
Here Phaebus sets, in this unfathom'd Flood.
Thus he, at first, did the twin Seasons get,
Cold was their Mother, and their Father, Heat.
From Sol's bright rays, the shining Day to come,
And Night, from deep Eternity's dark, gloomy Womb.
Hence Time's vast River swiftly glides along,
Floating to which, the Cluster'd Ages throng.
The rip'ning Years, from the thick Clusters break,
From them, the Months, and Days, their Motion take.
Thence, spring the hours, which on time's surface play,
And in soft incest, wear their Lives away.
On her loose Bosom, they all sporting lie,
Begetting Minutes, shorter liv'd, than they.
Which soon as wing'd; with the Sun's Fleeting Light,
Thence nimbly take their Everlasting flight.
Till the World Ends, thus shall their Motions show,
Then shall Time's River Start, and backwards flow,
And all it's Whirling Years sink in the gulf below.
Now to his steeds the Glorious Phaebus came,
Which from their Mouths, and Nostrils vomit Flame.
Swiftly, by them, his shining Chariot's […]
Whose Harness, Jewels, and rich Gemms adorn.
On Chrystal spokes the Silver Fillies roll'd,
And the large Beam was made of Massie Gold.
The fiery Steeds of their rich Burthen proud,
Inflame the AEther, as they Neigh aloud.
The Obvious Clouds they cut with flying Feet,
And with their thund'ring Hoofs the Barriers beat.
Now swiftly Traverse all the roaded Sky,
And Chace the Night, o'er every path they fly.
Fiercely they now thro' unknown Regions run,
And the sad Earth, with tremblings, views the Sun.
Whilst light'ning's hurl'd from Jove's Imperial throne,
Who grasps his Flaming Bolts, and Thunders down.
Now the whole Heav'ns, in Man's destruction join,
And all the Clouds, like dreadful Comets, shine.
From their scorch'd Wombs, they pour out all their Rain,
Which Show'rs in Fire, down on despairing Men.
Trees feed the Flame which to their ruine turns,
And Corn, by that, which first produc'd it, burns.
Loud AEtna roars, with more than usual Fires,
And high Parnassus bears two Flaming Spires.
Large Fields of Sand no swelling Seas infold,
Yet Tagus now flows with dissolving Gold.
The Alps appear no longer Cloath'd in Snow,
And Mountains tops in Cinders mourn below.