THAT man must daily wiser grow, Whose search is bent himself to know: Impartially he weighs his scope, And on firm reason founds his hope ; He learns the bounds of human sense, A BEAR of shag and manners rough, This trick so swell'd him with conceit, The beasts, with admiration, stare, And think him a prodigious BEAR. Were any common booty got, 'Twas his each portion to allot; For why he found there might be picking, Ev'n in the carving of a chicken! Intruding thus, he by degrees Claim'd, too, the butcher's larger fees. And now his over-weening pride In ev'ry province will preside.. His blund'ring nose misleads the hound: In stratagem and subtle arts, It chanc'd, as on a certain day What blund'ring puppies are mankind, In ev'ry science always blind! I mock the pedantry of schools: So saying, with audacious pride He gains the boat, and climbs the side. The beasts astonish'd line the strand. The anchor's weigh'd, he drives from land: The slack sail shifts from side to side, The boat, untrimm'd, admits the tide. Borne down, adrift, at random tost, His oar breaks short, the rudder's lost. The BEAR, presuming in his skill, Is here and there officious still; Till, striking on the dang'rous sands, Aground the shatter'd vessel stands. A BEAR of shag and manners rough, This trick so swell'd him with conceit, The beasts, with admiration, stare, For why?-he found there might be picking, Ev'n in the carving of a chicken! Intruding thus, he by degrees Claim'd, too, the butcher's larger fees. And now his over-weening pride In ev'ry province will preside.. His blund'ring nose misleads the hound: In stratagem and subtle arts, It chanc'd, as on a certain day What blund'ring puppies are mankind, In ev'ry science always blind! I mock the pedantry of schools: So saying, with audacious pride He gains the boat, and climbs the side. The beasts astonish'd line the strand. The anchor's weigh'd, he drives from land: The slack sail shifts from side to side, The boat, untrimm'd, admits the tide. Borne down, adrift, at random tost, His oar breaks short, the rudder's lost. The BEAR, presuming in his skill, Is here and there officious still; Till, striking on the dang'rous sands, Aground the shatter'd vessel stands.. |