Ii

For this the Comic Muse exacts of creatures Appealing to the fount of tears: that they Strive never to outleap our human features, And do Right Reason’s ordinance obey, In peril of the hum to laughter nighest. But prove they under stress of action’s fire Nobleness, to that test of Reason highest, She bows: she waves them for the loftier lyre.