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[I am afraid these verses will not please you, but] / If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill / Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair / The ministration of the thoughts that fill / The mind which, like a worm whose life may share / A portion of the unapproachable, / Marks your creations rise as fast and fair / As perfect worlds at the Creator's will.
But such is my regard that nor your power / To soar above the heights where others [climb], / Nor fame, that shadow of the unborn hour / Cast from the envious future on the time, / Move one regret for his unhonoured name / Who dares these words: -the worm beneath the sod / May lift itself in homage of the God.