Into a narrow sphere's brief compass strait
The stars of heav'n, in order absolute;
With frantic passion woo'd Theano's charms,
Infuriate,—nor ceased his am'rous suit,
Till he had clasp'd the damsel in his arms.
XIV.
And what a flame of love the Paphian queen
Lit, in her wrath, in the enamour'd breast
Of Socrates,—whom of the sons of men
Apollo named the wisest and the best!