And thou a wretch, whom, foll'wing her old plan, Because forsooth thy courage has been tried 739 Flies, wing'd with joy, to some coach crowded door; Thyself meanwhile e'en shifting as thou mayst; Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none, 750 Sav'd from his home, where ev'ry day brings forth Some mischief fatal to his future worth, Find him a better in a distant spot, Within some pious pastor's humble cot, Where early rest makes early rising sure, Disease or comes not, or finds easy cure, Prevented much by diet neat and plain; Where all th' attention of his faithful host, Discreetly limited to two at most, May raise such fruits, as shall reward his care, And not at last evaporate in air: Where, stillness aiding study, and his mind Serene, and to his duties much inclin'd, Not occupied in day-dreams, as at home, 760 770 His virtuous toil may terminate at last In settled habit and decided taste. But whom do I advise? the fashion-led, 780 Not better much than spectacles a brute; But courage, man! methought the muse replied, The ostrich, silliest of the feather'd kind, And form'd of God without a parent's mind, 790 No few, that would seem wise, resemble her. But all are not alike. Thy warning voice May here and there prevent erroneous choice; reach Their offspring, left upon so wild a beach) Will need no stress of argument t' enforce To you then, tenants of life's middle state, Securely plac'd between the small and great, Whose character, yet undebauch'd, retains Two thirds of all the virtue that remains, 800 810 Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should learn Your wisdom and your ways-to you I turn. See what contempt is fall'n on humankind; See wealth abus'd, and dignities misplac'd, Long lines of ancestry, renown'd of old, Their noble qualities all quench'd and cold; See great commanders making war a trade, Is odious, and their wages all their joy, Who, far enough from furnishing their shelves With Gospel lore, turn infidels themselves; 820 Civetted fellows, smelt ere they are seen, Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue On fire with curses, and with nonsense hung, 830 |