My son shall never see a college."
The Captain was a man of reading,
And much good sense, as well as breeding;
Who, loath to blame, or to incense,
Said little in his own defence.
Next day another message brought:
The Doctor, frighten'd at his fault,

[s dress'd, and stealing through the crowd,
Now pale as death, then blush'd and bow'd,
Panting-and faltering-humm'd and ha'd,
Her ladyship was gone abroad;

The Captain too-he did not know
Whether he ought to stay or go;"
Begg'd she'd forgive him. In conclusion,
My lady, pitying his confusion,

Call'd her good nature to relieve him;

Told him, she thought she might believe him;
And would not only grant his suit,

But visit him, and eat some fruit,
Provided, at a proper time

He told the real truth in rhyme:
'Twas to no purpose to oppose,
She'd hear of no excuse in prose.
The Doctor stood not to debate,
Glad to compound at any rate;
So, bowing, seemingly complied;
Though, if he durst, he had denied.

and dazzling sun;

his majestic eye you flee,
arn hence t' excuse and pity me.
nsider what it is to bear

e powder'd courtier's witty sneer; ▪ see th' important man of dress offing my college awkwardness; o be the strutting cornet's sport, o run the gauntlet of the court, inning my way by slow approaches, rough crowds of coxcombs and of coaches, -om the first fierce cockaded sentry, uite through the tribe of waiting gentry; o pass so many crowded stages, nd stand the staring of your pages; nd after all, to crown my spleen, e told- You are not to be seen :' r, if you are, be forc'd to bear "he awe of your majestic air. nd can I then be faulty found, n dreading this vexatious round? Can it be strange, if I eschew scene so glorious and so new? Or is he criminal that flies The living lustre of your eyes?"

Rais'd high above his birth, by knowledge,
He shines distinguish'd in a college;
Resolv'd nor honour, nor estate,
Himself alone should make him great.
Here soon for every art renown'd,
His influence is diffus'd around;
Th' inferior youth to learning led,
Less to be fam'd than to be fed,
Behold the glory he has won,

And blush to see themselves outdone;
And now, inflam'd with rival rage,
In scientific strife engage,

Engage; and, in the glorious strife,
The arts new kindle into life.

Here would our hero ever dwell,
Fix'd in a lonely learned cell;
Contented to be truly great,
In Virtue's best belov'd retreat;
Contented he-but Fate ordains,
He now shall shine in nobler scenes,
Rais'd high, like some celestial fire,
To shine the more, still rising higher;
Completely form'd in every part,
To win the soul, and glad the heart.
The powerful voice, the graceful mien,
Lovely alike, or heard, or seen;