'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.