Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.

Let us live while we live.

Everyone and everything needed to be raised to its highest level – the teacher must become a mage, the husband a knight errant, the labor a hero in a sacred drama – intensified, rarefied, baptized in the turbulent waters of restlessness, curiosity, and ardor.

Zealous men are ever displaying to you the strength of their belief, while judicious men are showing you the grounds of it.

But zeal moved thee; To please thy gods thou didst it!

But his zeal None seconded, as out of season judged, Or singular and rash.