Hell has her wonder, though too proud to praise.
Is earth, then, more infernal? Has she those,
Who neither praise (Lorenzo!) nor admire?
Lorenzo’s admiration, pre-engaged,
Ne’er ask’d the moon one question; never held
Least correspondence with a single star;
Ne’er rear’d an altar to the Queen of Heaven
Walking in brightness; or her train adored.
Their sublunary rivals have long since
Engross’d his whole devotion; stars malign, 1650