Booth’s[23] forward valour only served to show
  He durst that duty pay we all did owe. 
  The attempt was fair; but Heaven’s prefixed hour
  Not come:  so like the watchful traveller,
  That by the moon’s mistaken light did rise,
  Lay down again, and closed his weary eyes. 150
  ’Twas Monk whom Providence design’d to loose
  Those real bonds false freedom did impose. 
  The blessed saints that watch’d this turning scene,
  Did from their stars with joyful wonder lean,
  To see small clues draw vastest weights along,
  Not in their bulk, but in their order, strong. 
  Thus pencils can by one slight touch restore
  Smiles to that changed face that wept before. 
  With ease such fond chimeras we pursue,
  As fancy frames for fancy to subdue:  160
  But when ourselves to action we betake,
  It shuns the mint like gold that chemists make. 
  How hard was then his task! at once to be,
  What in the body natural we see! 
  Man’s Architect distinctly did ordain
  The charge of muscles, nerves, and of the brain,
  Through viewless conduits spirits to dispense;
  The springs of motion from the seat of sense. 
  ’Twas not the hasty product of a day,
  But the well-ripen’d fruit of wise delay. 170
  He, like a patient angler, ere he strook,
  Would let him play a while upon the hook. 
  Our healthful food the stomach labours thus,
  At first embracing what it straight doth crush. 
  Wise leeches will not vain receipts obtrude,
  While growing pains pronounce the humours crude: 
  Deaf to complaints, they wait upon the ill,
  Till some safe crisis authorise their skill. 
  Nor could his acts too close a vizard wear,
  To ’scape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear, 180
  And guard with caution that polluted nest,
  Whence Legion twice before was dispossess’d: 
  Once sacred house; which, when they enter’d in,
  They thought the place could sanctify a sin;
  Like those that vainly hoped kind Heaven would wink,
  While to excess on martyrs’ tombs they drink. 
  And as devouter Turks first warn their souls
  To part, before they taste forbidden bowls: 
  So these, when their black crimes they went about,
  First timely charm’d their useless conscience out. 190
  Religion’s name against itself was made;
  The shadow served the substance to invade: 
  Like zealous missions, they did care pretend
  Of souls in show, but made the gold their end. 
  The incensed powers beheld with scorn from high
  An heaven so far distant from the sky,
  Which durst, with horses’ hoofs that beat the ground,
  And martial brass, belie the thunder’s sound. 
  ’Twas hence at length just vengeance thought it fit
  To speed their ruin by their impious wit.