XLVI.

"Then waken from long lethargy to life[4] The seeds of happiness, and powers of thought; Then jarring appetites forego their strife, A strife by ignorance to madness wrought. Pleasure by savage man is dearly bought With fell revenge, lust that defies control, With gluttony and death. The mind untaught Is a dark waste where fiends and tempests howl: As Phoebus to the world, is science to the soul.