REST not in an Ovation but a Triumph over thy Passions. Let Anger walk hanging down the head: Let Malice go Manicled, & Envy fetter'd after thee. Behold within thee the long train of thy Trophies not without thee. Make the quarrelling Lapithytes sleep, and Centaures within lye quiet. Chain up the unruly Legion of thy breast.
Lead thine own captivity captive, and be Cæsar within thy self. Ovation a petty and minor Kind of Triumph.
