Nay and at Athens too we give thee up,
All that thou find’st in Field, or camp, or shop,
Make havock there without controul
Of every ignorant and common soul;
But then kind Plague, thy conquests stop;
Let Arts, and let the learned there escape,
Upon Minerva’s self commit no rape;
Touch not the sacred throng,
And let Apollo’s Priests be like him young,
Let him be healthful too, and strong.