And let what then remains, impose their name,
Pronounce them weak, or worthy; great, or mean.
How mean that snuff[46] of glory Fortune lights,
And Death puts out! Dost thou demand a test,
A test, at once, infallible, and short,
Of real greatness? That man greatly lives, 470
Whate’er his fate, or fame, who greatly dies;
High-flush’d with hope, where heroes shall despair.
If this a true criterion, many courts,
Illustrious, might afford but few grandees.