And thunder’s last discharge, great nature’s knell!
By second chaos; and eternal night”—
Be wise—nor let Philander blame my charm;
But own not ill discharged my double debt,
Love to the living; duty to the dead.
For know I’m but executor; he left 2146
This moral legacy; I make it o’er
By his command; Philander hear in me;
And Heaven in both.—If deaf to these, oh! hear
Florello’s tender voice; his weal depends