I choak the Noble Vigour of my Mind?
And Science is not Science till Reveal'd?
A Lecture for the Noble Youth of Rome!
And often quoted, when the Bowls go round.
And add to Wine the Luxury of Verse.
Is not th' Immortal Authour made a God?
Are not his Manes blest, such Praise to have?
Lies not the Turf more lightly on his Grave?
Stand ready from his Sepulcher to spring?