Whose stronger light put out the less.
120As London's noble structures rise,
Together shall his memory grow,
To whom that beauteous town so much does owe.
London! joint Favourite with him thou wert;
As both possess'd a room within one heart,
So now with thine indulgent Sovereign join,
Respect his great friend's ashes, for he wept o'er thine.
VII.
Thus did the Duke perform his mighty stage,