NIGHT FIFTH.
THE RELAPSE.
Lorenzo! to recriminate is just.
Fondness for fame is avarice of air.
I grant the man is vain who writes for praise.
Praise no man e’er deserved, who sought no more.
As just thy second charge. I grant the Muse
Has often blush’d at her degenerate sons,
Retain’d by sense to plead her filthy cause;
To raise the low, to magnify the mean,