O’er devastation, as a gainer, smiles;
His charter, his inviolable rights, 750
Well pleased to learn from thunder’s impotence,
Death’s pointless darts, and hell’s defeated storms.”
But these chimeras touch not thee, Lorenzo!
The glories of the world thy sevenfold shield.
Other ambition than of crowns in air,
And superlunary felicities,
Thy bosom warm. I’ll cool it, if I can;
And turn those glories that enchant, against thee.