Die with all good men's praise, and yield his place

To Paul and George intent to try their chance!

Florence exists because these pass away.

She's a contrivance to supply a type

Of man, which men's deficiencies refuse;

She binds so many, that she grows out of them—

Stands steady o'er their numbers, though they change

And pass away—there's always what upholds,

Always enough to fashion the great show.

As see, yon hanging city, in the sun,