To the Memory of my Dear Friend, Mr. Charles Morwent: A Pindarique - Part 23
Howe'er if true Nobility
Rather in Souls than in the Blood does lie:
If from thy better part we Measures take,
And that the Standard of our Value make,
Jewels and Stars become low Heraldry.
To blazon thee.
Thy Soul was big enough to pity Kings,
And lookt on Empires as poor humble things.
Great as his boundless mind,
Who thought himself in one wide Globe confin'd,
And for another pin'd.
Great as that Spirit whose large Powers rowl
Thro' the vast Fabrick of this spatious Bowl,
And tell the World as well as Man can boast a Soul.
Rather in Souls than in the Blood does lie:
If from thy better part we Measures take,
And that the Standard of our Value make,
Jewels and Stars become low Heraldry.
To blazon thee.
Thy Soul was big enough to pity Kings,
And lookt on Empires as poor humble things.
Great as his boundless mind,
Who thought himself in one wide Globe confin'd,
And for another pin'd.
Great as that Spirit whose large Powers rowl
Thro' the vast Fabrick of this spatious Bowl,
And tell the World as well as Man can boast a Soul.
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