They rose to rule, unpractis’d to obey.
XLV.
Others again for beauty’s meed contend,
Chief amidst whom appear’d the Tulip race;
A painted tribe, born only to contend
For praise, where all is giv’n external grace.
XLVI.
Alcæa proud[5]; and lovely Venus’ joy,
That does from adverse winds its title claim[6];
The once conceited, self-admiring Boy[7],