"Thus when the earliest dawn of eastern light
"Proclaims the finish'd empire of the night,
"Haste to the field, Achilles, nor disdain
"To chace the foaming monster o'er the plain,
"Or teach the untam'd steed to feel the rein;
"Or let your car and arms your nerves prepare,
"Or for Olympick games or future war:
"Then, whether arts or glory fire your mind,
"Will thoughts more generous rise, or more refin'd;
"Aurora to the Muses still is kind.