"My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst.
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst."B
B: Apparent Failure.
It is the poet himself and not merely the sophistic aesthete of Fifine that speaks:—
"Partake my confidence! No creature's made so mean
But that, some way, it boasts, could we investigate,