But this still glows whatever storms may drench,
What Venus kindles, she alone can quench.”
“Ye guardians of the tender flock, retire,
Why seek ye flames, when man himself is fire?
Whate’er I touch bursts forth in sudden blaze,
And the woods kindle with my scorching gaze.”
“For threescore years since first I saw the light,
I lived without reproach—A Roman Knight.
As such I left my sacred home; but soon
Shall there return an actor and buffoon.