Some valuing those of their own  or
Still make themselves the measure of Mankind;
Fondly we think we honour Merit then,
When we but praise  in
Parties in  attend on those of
And publick Faction doubles private Hate.
against  rose,
In various Shapes of ;
But  surviv'd, when  were past;
For rising Merit will  at last.
Might he return, and bless once more our Eyes,
New  and new  must arise:
Nay shou'd great  lift his awful Head,
again would start up from the Dead.
will  as its  pursue;
But like a Shadow,  the  too.
For envy'd  like  eclips'd, makes known
Th'  Grossness, not its
When first that Sun too powerful Beams displays,
It draws up Vapours which obscure its Rays;
But ev'n those Clouds at last adorn its Way,
Reflect new Glories, and augment the Day.