Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax

Within this sober frame expect
Work of no foreign architect;
That unto caves the quarries drew,
And forests did to pastures hew;
Who of his great design in pain
Did for a model vault his brain;
Whose columns should so high be rais’d
To arch the brows that on them gaz’d.

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/appleton.htm

Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax

Original Text:  Mary Marvell (1681).

I kept a screenshot, but watch how fast someone from the illiterate and spiteful; atypical conductor is going to alter the poem to fit his/her/ peculiar mindset.

Not the poem's -word issue again!

There's no more loss or changing gain

The loss is in the pride of ancient wording.

None other but a marvel to Andrew Marvell.

Those that don't know, shouldn't alter his phrasing.

Social media conductors are finicky

Jovially they could be a friend or an enemy  

Andrew Marvell is not Moses within a bible script?

Not that it wasn't genuine and petty well equipped?

Rearranging an established and published poem?

Is as an unknown person coming into your home;

to arrearage to set your personal life into Ohm's Law

She have di man dem a gaze and look and gwaan inna crash.
She a cause road block, all a gwaan and a stop..

All a di man dem a trick gal stop and bakkle a mash...
I tell yuh its a road block, just how di gal dem hot...

Example from "Road Block" by Shaggy:

Trailing; pursuing words was to crash...

Constantly discrediting every batch

Moronic actions kills spirts of the essence...

Words; an expression of someone's presence

 VB = I R + I r