But gently pour, the crystal urn,
And with judicious hand does the whole current guide.
’T has all the beauties Nature can impart, 181
And all the comely dress, without the paint, of Art.
Abraham Cowley.
CVII
THE DREAM.
No victor that in battle spent,
When he at night asleep doth lie
Rich in a conquered monarch’s tent,
E’er had so vain a dream as I.