The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.

He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.