To heart that loves her, Nature gives to know
How from Love’s might alone all thoughts of Wisdom grow.
LVI.
So opes a vaster knowledge to the view,
Love points the way and woman holds the clue;
Nature on her the trustful office laid,
And arbiter of human fortune made;
With woman honoured, rises man to height,
With her degraded, sinks again in night;
Yet still the wayward race has sluggish been