If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.