The soul subsides and wickedly inclines
To seem but mortal, ev’n in sound Divines.
On morning wings, how active springs the Mind
That leaves the load of yesterday behind?
Pope.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] De anim. brutor. cap. 6. p. 127.
[2] Lom. Observat. p. 80.
[3] De morb. caput. p. 604.