All virtues flourish, and all glories flame?—
Say,—if ere noon with idiot laugh you lie
Wallowing in wine, or cog the dubious die,
Or act unshamed, by each indignant bust,
The midnight orgies of promiscuous lust!—
Go, lead mankind to Virtue's holy shrine,
With morals mend them, and with arts refine,
Or lift, with golden characters unfurl'd,
The flag of peace, and still a warring world!—
—So shall with pious hands immortal Fame