Whence rose yon fabric, that conspicuous lifts
Its sky-topt dome with more majestic pride?
'Twas Wolsey's glorious work: to Science rise
No towers more lov'd; for there the mitred sage,
In wisdom's lore deep skill'd, with kindest eye
Observes the budding Genius as it thrusts
Its youthful blossoms; or with conscious joy
There oft in recollection sweet beholds
Those, (whom his honest nurture erst inform'd
With all that's deem'd or excellent or fair)
O'er Britain's peaceful land their goodly beams
Dispense abroad: names, that to latest time
Shall shine distinguish'd in the rolls of Fame.