“A creature of a more exalted kind
Was wanting yet, and then was Man design’d
Conscious of thought, of more capacious breast,
For empire form’d, and fit to rule the rest:
Whether with particles of heav’nly fire
The God of nature did his soul inspire;
Or earth, but now divided from the sky,
And pliant still, retain’d th’ ætherial energy:
Which wise Prometheus temper’d into paste,
And, mixt with living streams, the godlike image cast: