LII.

'Nor less to regulate man's moral frame 'Science exerts her all-composing sway. 'Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, 'Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey, 'Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they? 'Flee to the shade of Academus' grove; 'Where cares molest not, discord melts away 'In harmony, and the pure passions prove, 'How sweet the words of truth, breathed from the lips of Love.