As Fame, great Sir, before you ran,
And told her story ere you came,
But falter'd as she set it forth
(For who can reach immortal worth?),
So doubtless back again she flew
To paint the beauties now you view,
But in the draft as ill express'd
The wonders you have since possess'd.

For since Heaven pleas'd th'almighty work to take,
And fram'd the two did the first wedding make,
We sing the pair (by that great pattern taught)
Nature has nearest that perfection wrought.