And
dare we to this fancy give,
That had the wild oat not been sown,
The soil, left barren, scarce had grown
The
grain by which a man may live?
Or,
if we held the doctrine sound
For life outliving heats of youth,
Yet who would preach it as a truth
To
those that eddy round and round?
Hold
thou the good: define it well:
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress
to the Lords of Hell.