Of greatness shines, and tells us whence they fell:
But these (like that fallen monarch when reclaim’d), 539
When Reason moderates the rein aright,
Shall reascend, remount their former sphere,
Where once they soar’d illustrious; ere seduced
By wanton Eve’s debauch, to stroll on earth,
And set the sublunary world on fire.
But grant their phrensy lasts; their phrensy fails
To disappoint one providential end,
For which Heaven blew up ardour in our hearts: