To tame the Fiend that sleeps a gentle Lamb, 465
And wakes a Lion. Unprovok’d and calm,
You reason well, see as you ought to see,
And wonder at the madness of mankind:
Seiz’d with the common rage, you soon forget
The speculations of your wiser hours. 470
Beset with Furies of all deadly shapes,
Fierce and insidious, violent and slow;
With all that urge or lure us on to Fate;
What refuge shall we seek? what arms prepare?