The nimble Bittis, in the Coan grove,
With am'rous ditties, and harmonious lays,
And all the art, and all the warmth of love.
XII.
And they of humankind, (to crown my song,)
Who, in th' austereness of their life, pursued
Knowledge abstruse, her mazy paths among,—
And sought for hidden lore,—and ceaseless woo'd
The Muse severe, couching her doctrines sage
In cogent language, marring ev'ry clog