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O You! whom vanity's light bark conveys / On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, / With what a shifting gale your course you ply, / Forever sunk too low, or borne too high! / Who pants for glory finds but short repose, / A breath revives him, and a breath o'er-throws. / Pope
Here the Marquis concluded his adventures. Lorenzo, before he could determine on his reply, passed some moments in reflection. At length he broke silence.