LXXVII.

Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,[jq] The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over Passion, and from Woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched; yet he knew How to make Madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts, a heavenly hue[jr] Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.