text:  He is almost as long-winded and excels the Pious in this that he braves a fire of his own raising whereas the other flies from one kindled much against his will-- "High on a gorgeous seat that far outshone Henley's gilt tub or Flecknoe's Irish throne Or that where on her Curls the public pours All-bounteous fragrant grains and golden showers GREAT CIBBER SATE! ----All eyes direct their rays On him _and crowds turn coxcombs as they gaze_!" Is that being passive? The crowds are passive--not he surely who in the potent prime of coxcombhood without shifting his seat of honour breathes over all his subjects such family resemblance that they seem one brotherhood sprung from his own royal loins