Paus’d for some time, and anxious gaz’d;
Astonish’d that the worm should die
So soon, then careless threw it by;
But first, this application made:—
“This creeping reptile, lo! is dead,
And with his life, his glory’s fled.
So is’t with all ambition’s race,
Who fill up each exalted place:
Brilliant they shine with borrow’d ray,
And wanton in the blaze of day,