Chapter IV: Of the Golden Age

"RECALL for me, recall
The time more true and ample;
The world whereon I trample,
How tortuous and small!
Behold, I tire of all.

"Once, gods in jewelled mail
Through greenwood ways invited;
There how the moon is blighted,
And mosses long and pale
On lifeless cedars trail."

"_Child, keep this good unrest:
But give to thine own story
Simplicity with glory;
To greatness dispossessed,
Dominion of thy breast._

"_In abstinence, in pride,
Thou, who from Folly's boldest
Thy sacred eye withholdest,
Another morn shalt ride
At Agamemnon's side._"