Yet inexperience could not be his bar
To taste:—the truth is, if men would confess,
That novelties please less than they impress.
LXX.
Though travelled, I have never had the luck to
Trace up those shuffling negroes, Nile or Niger,
To that impracticable place Timbuctoo,
Where Geography finds no one to oblige her
With such a chart as may be safely stuck to—
For Europe ploughs in Afric like "bos piger:"[639]