Nor can so short a line sufficient be
To fathom the vast deeps of Nature’s sea: 100
The work he did we ought to admire,
And were unjust if we should more require
From his few years, divided ’twixt the excess
Of low affliction and high happiness:
For who on things remote can fix his sight, 105
That’s always in a triumph or a fight?
From you, great champions! we expect to get
These spacious countries but discovered yet;