Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.