“Dost thou, O wretch, resist his pow’r,
“And all his beams defy?
VI.
“Unlike to thee, ingrate, behold
“The Sun-flow’r drinks his light;
“Lives, to his radiance ever true,
“And with him sinks to night.
VII.
“But like some faithless fav’rite you,
“Or some more faithless fair;