E’ re I forget the Zenith of your Love,

L  et me be banisht from the Thrones above;

L  ight let me never see, when I grow rude,

I  ntomb your Love in base Ingratitude:

N  or may I prosper, but the state

O  f gaping Tantalus be my fate;

R  ather then I should thus preposterous grow,

E  arth would condemn me to her vaults below.

V  ertuous and Noble, could my Genius raise

I  mmortal Anthems to your Vestal praise,