fled,
Arts, learning, and civility were spread;
And as in this our microcosm, the heart
Heat, spirit, motion gives to every part,
So Rome’s victorious influence did disperse
All her own virtues through the universe. 
Here some digression I must make, t’accuse
Thee, my forgetful, and ingrateful Muse: 
Couldst thou from Greece to Latium take thy flight,
And not to thy great ancestor do right? 60
I can no more believe old Homer blind,
Than those who say the sun hath never shined;
The age wherein he lived was dark, but he
Could not want sight who taught the world to see: 
They who Minerva from Jove’s head derive,
Might make old Homer’s skull the Muses’ hive;
And from his brain that Helicon distil
Whose racy liquor did his offspring fill. 
Nor old Anacreon, Hesiod, Theocrite,
Must we forget, nor Pindar’s lofty flight. 70
Old Homer’s soul, at last from Greece retired,
In Italy the Mantuan swain inspired. 
When great Augustus made war’s tempest cease,
His halcyon days brought forth the arts of peace;
He still in his triumphant chariot shines,
By Horace drawn, and Virgil’s mighty lines. 
’Twas certainly mysterious that the name [2]
Of prophets and of poets is the same;
What the tragedian[3]—­wrote, the late success 79
Declares was inspiration, and not guess: 
As dark a truth that author did unfold,
As oracles or prophets e’er foretold: 
’At last the ocean shall unlock the bound
Of things, and a new world by Tiphys found,
Then ages far remote shall understand
The Isle of Thule is not the farthest land.’ 
Sure God, by these discov’ries, did design
That his clear light through all the world should shine,
But the obstruction from that discord springs
The prince of darkness made ’twixt Christian kings; 90
That peaceful age with happiness to crown,
From heaven the Prince of Peace himself came down,
Then the true sun of knowledge first appear’d,
And the old dark mysterious clouds were clear’d,
The heavy cause of th’old accursed flood
Sunk in the sacred deluge of his blood. 
His passion man from his first fall redeem’d;
Once more to paradise restored we seem’d;
Satan himself was bound, till th’iron chain
Our pride did break, and let him loose again. 100
Still the old sting remain’d, and man began
To tempt the serpent, as he tempted man;
Then Hell sends forth her furies, Av’rice, Pride,
Fraud, Discord, Force, Hypocrisy their guide;
Though the foundation on a rock were laid,
The church was undermined, and then betray’d: 
Though the Apostles these events foretold,
Yet even the shepherd did devour the fold: 
The fisher to convert the world began,
The pride convincing of vain-glorious man; 110