’Tis not ambition charms thee; ’tis a cheat 425
Will make thee start, as H—— at his moor.
Dost grasp at greatness? First, know what it is:
Think’st thou thy greatness in distinction lies?
Not in the feather, wave it e’er so high,
By Fortune stuck, to mark us from the throng,
Is glory lodged: ’tis lodged in the reverse;
In that which joins, in that which equals, all, 432
The monarch and his slave;—“A deathless soul,
Unbounded prospect, and immortal kin,