Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Calm of mind, all passion spent.

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse