And rear'st fresh trophies to their fame!
Descended from Prince Lamus, whose command
Reach from the Formian walls, o'er sea and land;
Well was he known our ancestors among,
Where gentle Liris slides along.
Great as thou art, time will not thee obey:
10To-morrow's like to be a blust'ring day,
Some tempest too is threat'ned from the east,
As by th' unlucky crow I guess'd:
'Tis dry to-day! Now lay thy fuel in,