Classic Poem

Found in a Vault in Lambeth Chappel

When the Number that stands next to that of the Muses ,
And the Member to Man that of visible use is:
When the Thing that still wishes his Dad at Old-Nick ,
But together aspires to an Arch-bishoprick:
When the Panther , so spotless, is plagu'd with a Head,
Whose Outside is Brass, and whose Inside is Lead:
When Lambeth its Primitive Oracle lost;
Instead of a Pillar, is propt with a Post:
And Britain beholds, in an eminent Station,
An immod'rate Dunce of great Moderation;
If such a dull Guide to the Church proves a Benison ,
You may Swear Contradictions are true, and that Ten-is-one .