And thaws the frozen Blood of Hoary Age
A kindly Warmth diffusing, Youthful fires
Gild his dim Eyes, and paint with ruddy hue
His Wrizzled Visage, ghastly wan before:
Cordial restorative to mortal Man
With copious Hand by bounteous Gods bestow’d.
Bacchus Divine, aid my advent’rous Song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar.
Inspir’d, Sublime on Pegaseon Wing
By thee upborn, I draw Miltonic Air.