Shew us at once, distinction ought to fall;
And from the humble things ye were of old,
Be reeling Cæsars in a cyprian mould.
Better for us, 'tis granted, it might be[9],
Were you all Softness, and all Honour we;
That never rougher Passion mov'd your mind;
That we were all or excellent or blind;
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But, as we now subsist by passions strife,
Which are (Pope writes) the elements of life,