Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth exposd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
Alexanders Feast. Line 77.
Note 1. Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem (Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim; England can either match in Miltons fame). Selvaggi: Ad Joannem Miltonum. [back]