Classic Poem

Learning and Law your Day is done,
And your work too; you may be gone!
Trever , that lov'd you, hence is fled:
And Right , which long lay Sick , is dead .
Trever! whose rare and envied part
Was both a wise and winning heart,
Whose sweet civilitys could move
Tarlars and Goths to noblest love.
Bold Vice and blindness now dare act,
And (like the gray groat ,) pass, though crack't;
While those sage lips lye dumb and cold,
Whose words are well-weigh'd and tried gold.
O how much to descreet desires
Differs pure Light from foolish fires !
But nasty Dregs out last the Wine ,
And after Sun-set Gloworms shine.