FEARFUL of rivalry thou canst not be.
How should the pure, pale moon dispute the sun;
Or the innumerable company
Of scintillant stars, though banded all as one?
One glance of thy hot anger can dismay
The boldest planet till he fades and flees,
And hastes to bury his affrighted ray
In far, uncalculated distances.
Why linger then to rule the midnight sky,
Baffling celestial rule, and vexing men