How many paltry, foolish, painted things,
That now is coaches trouble every street,
Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings,
Ere they be well wrapt in their winding-sheet.
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Lines 10 and 12 have one beat too many, perhaps a wee tweak to maintain form, difficult when 'story' and 'glory' have the emphasis on the first half.