'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man. Addison.
So in that of eight syllables,
They neither added nor confounded,
They neither wanted nor abounded. Prior.
In that of seven,
For resistance I could fear none,
But with twenty ships had done,
What thou, brave and happy Vernon,
Hast atchiev'd with six alone. Glover.