Backward to credit what he never felt,
Lorenzo cries,—“Where shines this miracle?
From what root rises this immortal man?”
A root that grows not in Lorenzo’s ground;
The root dissect, nor wonder at the flower.
He follows nature (not like thee) and shows us 1160
An uninverted system of a man.
His appetite wears Reason’s golden chain,
And finds, in due restraint, its luxury.
His passion, like an eagle well reclaim’d,