His body was an orb, his sublime soul
Did move on Virtue's and on Learning's pole.
....Come, learned Ptolemy, and trial make
If thou this hero's altitude canst take.
....Blisters with pride swell'd, which through's flesh did sprout
Like rosebuds, stuck i' th' lilly skin about.
Each little pimple had a tear in it
To wail the fault its rising did commit.
Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin,
The cabinet of a richer soul within?
No cornet need foretell his change drew on
Whose corpse might seem a constellation.
«Si quelqu'un me demande ce qui a si fort poli notre conversation, je répondrai que c'est la cour.»
Dryden, Défense de l'Épilogue de la Conquête de Grenade.
[161]: Stances sur la mort d'Olivier Cromwell.
[162]: Defence of the Epilogue to the Conquest of Grenada.—Grounds of Criticism in tragedy.
[163]: The language, wit, and conversation of our age are improved and refined above the last....