But Jove with hate beheld th' atrocious deed,
And Vengeance follows with tremendous speed;
In Philo's mind she quench'd the ray that fir'd
With love of science, and with verse inspir'd,
Expung'd at once the philosophic theme,
All sages think and all that poets dream;
Yields him thus chang'd a vassal to the fair;
And forth she leads him with a victor's air:
Drest to her wish, he mixes with the gay,
As much a trifle, and as vain as they;
To fix their power, and rivet fast the chain,
They lead where Pleasure spreads her soft domain;
Where, drown'd in music Reason's hoarser call,
Love smiles triumphant in thy groves, Vaux-hall.