To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!
Rich with the spoils of time.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.