The ghostly croud with gay surprize Began to rub their stony eyes: Such pleasant lounge, they all averr'd, None saw since he had been interr'd; And thus, like connoisseurs on Earth, Began to weigh the pictures' worth:

What crouds of lovers, hopeless and undone, Deplore those charms which brought their ruin on!

To painted roofs, and shining spires (Uneasy feats of high desires) Let the unthinking many croud, That dare be covetous, and proud; In golden bondage let them wait, And barter happiness for state: