The Picture of Seneca Dying in a Bath

WHILE cruel Nero only drains
The moral Spaniard's ebbing Veins,
By Study worn, and slack with Age ;
How dull, how thoughtless is his Rage !
Heighten'd Revenge He should have took :
He should have burnt his Tutor's Book ;
And long have reign'd supream in Vice.

One nobler Wretch can only rise :
'Tis He whose Fury shall deface
The Stoick's Image in this Piece :

For while unhurt, divine Jordain,
Thy Work and Seneca's remain :

He still has Body, still has Soul,
And lives and speaks, restor'd and whole.