Eternity is written in the skies. 661
And whose eternity?—Lorenzo! thine
Mankind’s eternity. Nor Faith alone,
Virtue grows here; here springs the sovereign cure
Of almost every vice; but chiefly thine;
Wrath, Pride, Ambition, and impure Desire.
Lorenzo! thou canst wake at midnight too,
Though not on morals bent: Ambition, Pleasure!
Those tyrants I for thee so lately fought,[59]
Afford their harass’d slaves but slender rest. 670