The Turn

He entered well, by virtuous parts, Got up, and thrived with honest arts; He purchased friends, and fame, and honours then, And had his noble name advanced with men: But weary of that flight, He stooped in all men’s sight To sordid flatteries, acts of strife, And sunk in that dead sea of life, So deep, as he did then death’s waters sup, But that the cork of title buoyed him up.