There, held in holy passion still,
[Forget thyself to marble], till
[With a sad leaden downward cast]
Thou fix them on the earth as fast.
[And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet], 45
[Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet],
And hears the Muses in a ring
[Aye] round about Jove’s altar sing;
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; 50