Soft as the nightly-singing bird.
Philetas too in Battis' praise
Sung his long-winded roundelays;
His statue in the Coan grove
Now breathes in brass perpetual love.
The mortified abstemious sage,
Deep read in learning's crabbed page,
Pythagoras, whose boundless soul
Scaled the wide globe from pole to pole,
Earth, planets, seas, and heav'n above,