Thro’ factious storms, or the more dangerous calms
Of Peace, by long continuance grown corrupt;
Besides the fair career which Fortune opens
To the mild glories of protected arts,
To bounty, to beneficence, to deeds
That give the Gods themselves their brightest beams;—
Yes, know that these are, in true glory, equal
If not superior to deluding conquest;
Nor less demand they conduct, courage, care,
And persevering toil.