Full range, on just dislike’s unbounded field;
Of things, the vanity; of men, the flaws;
Flaws in the best; the many, flaw all o’er;
As leopards, spotted, or, as Ethiops, dark;
Vivacious ill; good dying immature; 30
(How immature, Narcissa’s marble tells!)
And at his death bequeathing endless pain;
His heart, though bold, would sicken at the sight,
And spend itself in sighs, for future scenes.
But grant to life (and just it is to grant