Classic Poem

Install'd on hills, hir head neare starrye bowres,
Shines Edinburgh, proud of protecting powers.
Justice defendes her heart; Religion east
With temples, Mars with towres doth guard the west;
Fresh nymphes and Ceres seruing, waite upon her,
And Thetis tributarie doth her honour.
The sea doth Venice shake, Rome Tiber beates,
Whilst she bot scornes her vassall watteres' threats.
For scepters no where standes a towne more fitt,
Nor place where toune world's queene may fairer sitt.
Bot this thy praise is, aboue all, most braue,
No man did e're diffame thee bot a slave.