Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot 5
Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care,
[Confined and pestered in this pinfold here],
Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being,
Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives,
[After this mortal change], to her true servants 10
[Amongst the enthroned gods] on sainted [seats.]
Yet some there be that by due steps aspire
[To lay their just hands on that golden key]
That opes the palace of eternity.