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ten times worse, because o'erspread with miry 

 clay, and incumbred with bogs that will bury a 

 horse. 



Arn. For better for worse, we must through 

 it, if intending to climb the southern elevations. 

 Now at the foot of this pavement there's a small 

 little harbour which they call Steenhive, but I 

 take the liberty to call it stinking hive, because 

 it's so unsavory ; which serves only for pirates 

 and pickeroons ; but it bravely accommodates 

 the Highlander for depredations. 



Theoph. What fabrick is this that peeps out 

 of the ocean ? 



Arn. Donnotter- Castle, surrounded with sea, 

 and waves for recreation dance about it : it's a 

 house so inoculated and cemented into rocks, 

 that a man would fancy it to swim in the ocean ; 

 and the natural strength so impregnable, suppo- 

 seth the artificial but inconsiderable, whose rocky 

 foundations, like Atlas's pillars, support the bulk 

 of this gaudy fortress. For art and artist are 

 but nature's substitutes ; where-ever therefore 

 nature ceaseth to operate, then is the time for 

 artist to begin his progress. But nature has 

 finished what she had to do, and has left nothing 

 for the artist to practise, save only to adorn the 

 natural excellency. After this manner is that 

 artificial imbellishment, for the rock it self is the 

 natural strength, then the castle can be but the 



