But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Here will I hold. If a Mæcenas be,
(And that there is, Fame publishes abroad
Thro’ British realms) he must delight in goodness;
And that which he delights in must be happy.
But when, or who?—at present I’m in need,
And dun’d for debt—but this must bring relief.
(Taking his pen in his hand.)
Thus am I doubly arm’d. My pain or pleasure,
My bane and antidote are both before me.