To wail the fault its rising did commit,
Who, rebel-like, with their own lord at strife,
Thus made an insurrection ’gainst his life.
Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin,
The cabinet of a richer soul within?
No comet need foretell his change drew on,
Whose corpse might seem a constellation.
Upon the Death of the Lord Hastings
8. Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join
The varying verse, the full resounding line,