Midway ’twixt heaven and earth, through night she flies

Clanging, nor bathes in dewy sleep her eyes.

By day she keeps on watch, and takes her stand

On some high roof or tower of wide command;

And thence, alike for truth or falsehood loud,

She shakes the city and distracts the crowd.

Symmons, from Virgil.

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

Live register’d upon our brazen tombs,

And then grace us in the disgrace of death;