UPon the pleasant Water of Nith there pleasantly doth stand
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A royal Palace beautiful as is in all the Land:
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For Situation rare and fair and lovely to the Eye,
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With Woods and [B]oures and pleasant Groves around it all doth ly.
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Before this royal Palace there a pleasant Court is seen,
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A pleasant gravel Walk about a famous oval Green.
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Upon the Palace Front doth stand the Coat of Arms most fair,
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With flying Horses Heart and Crown just mounting in the Air:
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And just above the Coat of Arms its there the Cloke doth stand,
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That every one may know the Hour by looking to the Hand:
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Also upon this royal Front there Adam and Eve doth ly,
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With them a Guard of Angels great who wait continually;
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And down below there Satan stands a Serpent in his Hand,
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Still tempting Eve the Fruit to pull and answer his Command.
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And there upon the Pavement stands two Gloudeators rare,
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With Sword and Targe most curiously acoutred for the War;
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And there the War goes boldly on betwixt these Men most strong,
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But when this War will have an End there is none can tell how long.
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But in the middle of this Place a Pavement Court doth ly,
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With Marbles rare cut out in Square most lovely to the Eye:
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And all around this royal Court the Carvings are most bright,
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With Gold and Glass that there doth shine turns Darkness into Light.
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And now unto the Top Ill climb and walk a little there,
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And take a View of every Thing that lovely is and fair:
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Ill put my Prospect to my Eye and first Ill take a View,
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And then the Beauties of this Place Ill plainly to you shew.
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And here it is youll plainly see most pleasant to the Eye,
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How all around the Bartison the Cannon they doth ly.
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And here it is on the east Hand that pleasant Nith youll see,
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On the west Hand with Woods and Boures where Birds sing pleasantly,
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And on the north Part of this Place there is the Mountains high,
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And on the south Part of the House the Gardens they doth ly.
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But yet before I do come down Ill take another View,
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And if any Beauties I espy Ill tell them all to you:
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And when I turned myself about some Rarity to see,
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Then Beauties rare from every where did dazle in mine Eye.
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And on this royal Palace there is sixteen Towrs most high,
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And all upon the Bartison the great lead Barrs doth ly.
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But of the outside of the House I think Ill say no mare,
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For Art and Nature joind in one none can with it compare:
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And now Ill go within this Place, O who will go with me
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To see the Beauties rare and fair and hear the Melody?
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For there the Musick-Bells doth play most pleasant for to hear,
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Their Wisdom, Nature, Art and all doth in its Prime appear.
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And from this Musick I will go unto the Gallery,
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Where Beauties rare from every where did dazle in mine Eye:
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And all around this Gallery there Majesties doth stand,
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With Kings and Queens and crowned Heads the People who command;
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Yea all the Nobles of our Land most pleasant to behold,
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Doth stand around this Gallery in Robes of purest Gold:
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And there his royal Grace doth stand with him her Grace also,
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A nobel Court attending them on their Command to go:
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Yea all within this Palace rare with Silks and Velvets fine.
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With Gold embroidered and wrought that makes the Place to shine.
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And still within this Palace rare the Waters you may see,
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That still doth play most pleasantly and lovely to the Eye;
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That from the Fountain still doth run all Seasons of the Year,
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Though from afar by Pipes are brought unto your Hand most near,
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Yea hear the French Court it doth stand as you may plainly see,
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With Kings and Emperors who appear in Robes of Majesty.
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