What astounding pow'r thou've got;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could paint an omnibus, or try?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare man aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what motive, skill of penning,
Should inspire Sir Raymonde Stennyng?
And when hise heart began to beat,
What weird hand? Is't trick or treat?
New omnibus thou just art not;
One gross they saye is what thou bee
Some man hath lower'd it unto three?