His nature no man can o’er-rate; and none
Can under-rate his merit. Take good heed, 130
Nor there be modest, where thou should’st be proud;
That almost universal error shun.
How just our pride, when we behold those heights!
Not those Ambition paints in air, but those
Reason points out, and ardent Virtue gains,
And angels emulate; our pride how just!
When mount we? when these shackles cast? when quit
This cell of the creation? this small nest,