If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.
Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.