If, like a tower upon a headlong rock,

Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,

Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;

But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,

Their admiration thy best weapon shone;

The part of Philip's son was thine, not then

(Unless aside thy Purple had been thrown)

Like stern Diogenes to mock at men—

For sceptred Cynics Earth were far too wide a den. [8.B.]