Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,

And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 9.

By the glare of false science betray'd,

That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Hermit.