Which might profane thee by their ignorance.
Who ever writes of thee, and in a style
Unworthy such a theme, does but revile
Thy precious dust, and wake a learned spirit
Which may revenge his rapes upon thy merit.
For all a low-pitch'd fancy can devise,
Will prove, at best, but hallow'd injuries.
Thou, like the dying swan, didst lately sing
30Thy mournful dirge in audience of the king;
When pale looks, and faint accents of thy breath,