Lorenzo! this may seem harangue to thee;
Such all is apt to seem, that thwarts our will.
And dost thou, then, demand a simple proof
Of this great master moral of the skies,
Unskill’d, or disinclined, to read it there?
Since ’tis the basis, and all drops without it,
Take it, in one compact, unbroken chain.
Such proof insists on an attentive ear;
’Twill not make one amid a mob of thoughts, 1439
And, for thy notice, struggle with the world.