XLV.

'Then waken from long lethargy to life '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 controul, '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.