XXVIII.

"But say, in courtly life can craft be learn'd, Where knowledge opens, and exalts the soul? Where Fortune lavishes her gifts unearn'd, Can selfishness the liberal heart control? Is glory there achiev'd by arts, as foul As those that felons, fiends, and furies plan? Spiders ensnare, snakes poison, tigers prowl; Love is the godlike attribute of man. O teach a simple youth this mystery to scan!