Classic Poem

Who, Virtue, can thy power forget
That sees these live and triumph yet?
The Assyrian pomp, the Persian pride,
Greeks' glory, and the Romans', died;
And who yet imitate
Their noises, tarry the same fate.
Force greatness all the glorious ways
You can, it soon decays,
But so good Fame shall never:
Her triumphs, as their causes, are forever.
(from The Masque of Queens)