Pride, like an eagle, builds among the stars;
But pleasure, lark-like, nests upon the ground. 20
Joys shared by brute creation, pride resents; 21
Pleasure embraces: man would both enjoy,
And both at once: a point so hard, how gain!
But, what can’t wit, when stung by strong desire?
Wit dares attempt this arduous enterprise.
Since joys of sense can’t rise to reason’s taste;
In subtle sophistry’s laborious forge,
Wit hammers out a reason new, that stoops