“Never creator”[[112]] (he began), “my son,
Was without love; nor anything create;
Either love natural, or that nobler one
Born of the mind; thou know’st the truth I state.
Natural love ne’er takes erroneous course;
Through ill-directed aim the other may,
Or from excess, or from a want of force.
While o’er its bent the Primal Good hath sway,
While with due check it seeks the inferior good,
It cannot be the source of wrong delight.