From The Poems of Richard Lovelace, edited by C. H. Wilkinson
"Arise thou rev'rend shade, great Johnson rise!
Break through thy marble natural disguise;
Behold the mist of Insects, whose meer Breath,
Will melt thy hallow'd leaden house of Death."
From On Sanazar's being honoured with six hundred Duckets by the Clarissimi of Venice, for composing an Eligiack Hexastick of The City. A Satyre.