Edward Young,
The Poetical Works of Edward Young…
“ To shine on age in mean recess,And light me to my theme! A theme themselves! A theme, how rare!The charms, which they display,To triumph over captive heads,Are set in bright array: With his own arms proud man's o'ercome,His boasted laurels die:Learning and genius, wiser grown,To female bosoms fly. This revolution, fix'd by fate,In fable was foretold ”
