As Madnes, and but tingling in the Eare.
[Final Verse.]
Great Flame! whose raies at once have power to peirce
The frosted skull of Ignorance, and close
The mouth of Envie; if I bring a verse
Unapt to move; my admiration flowes
With humble Love and Zeale in the intent
To a cleare Rapture, from the Argument.
(G. D.’s “A Vindication of Poesie.”)
End of Notes to Antidote.