Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,

Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath
much to love:

'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,

Conspicuous object in a nation's eye, Or left unthought of in obscurity, Who, with a toward or untoward lot,

Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not,

Plays, in the many games of life, that one

Where what he most doth value must be won;

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,

Nor thought of tender happiness betray;

Who, not content that former worth stand fast,

Looks forward persevering to the