On this side death; and points them out to men,
A lecture, silent, but of sovereign power!
To vice, confusion; and to virtue, peace.
Whatever farce the boastful hero plays,
Virtue alone has majesty in death; 650
And greater still, the more the tyrant frowns.
Philander! he severely frown’d on thee.
“No warning given! Unceremonious fate!
A sudden rush from life’s meridian joy!
A wrench from all we love! from all we are!