No rapture swells the breast, no poet sings,
No more the maids of Helicon delight.
Come then with me, O Goddess heavenly-gay! 40
Begin the song; and let it sweetly flow,
And let it wisely teach thy wholesom laws:
“How best the fickle fabric to support
“Of mortal man; in healthful body how
“A healthful mind the longest to maintain.” 45
’Tis hard, in such a strife of rules, to chuse
The best, and those of most extensive use;