When virtuous Greville thus in civil strife
Crown'd with that honest prayer his closing life;
Can we unmov'd with indignation bear
To see grave Clarendon, whose stile, whose air,
'Twixt tortur'd facts, and scripture-phrases quaint,
Shews half the royalist, and half the saint,
Stamp on his ashes with a dotard's pride,
And execrate the cause for which he died?