“And yet ’tis true
Thy cousin muse from the exalted line,
Touched by the alchemist, doth since decline
From that her zenith, and foretells a red
And blushing evening when she goes to bed;
Yet such as shall outshine the glimmering light
With which all stars shall gild the following night.”
Again he adds:--
“Let others glut on the extorted praise
Of vulgar breath, trust thou to after-days: