Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.
A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.
Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.