Chapter 11 No.11

Thus Sancroft, in the exaltation of retreat,

Shows lustre that was shaded in his seat;

Short glimm'rings of the prelate glorified;

Which the disguise of greatness only served to hide.

Why should the Sun, alas! be proud

To lodge behind a golden cloud?

Though fringed with evening gold the cloud appears so gay,

'Tis but a low-born

            
            

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