Nor e’er lose sight of what they have in view.
Such was our Youth. If truly we him scan,
He knew the World, and was a Worldly man;
For deep intrigue, or artifice was fit,
Endued with ample store of Mother wit:
Apt was his mind, and his perception keen,
To meditate on what he’d heard and seen.
Tho’ few years converse with the World he’d held,
He saw how much by folly ’twas impell’d;
Saw to their passions that Mankind were Slaves,