They draw pride’s curtain o’er the noontide ray,
Spike up their inch of reason, on the point
Of philosophic wit, call’d argument;
And then, exulting in their taper, cry,
“Behold the sun!” and, Indian-like, adore. 780
Talk they of morals? O thou bleeding Love!
Thou maker of new morals to mankind!
The grand morality is love of thee.
As wise as Socrates, if such they were
(Nor will they bate of that sublime renown),