Though not a father, this might steal a sigh.
Suppose him disciplined aright (if not,
’Twill sink our poor account to poorer still);
Ripe from the tutor, proud of liberty,
He leaps enclosure, bounds into the world!
The world is taken, after ten years’ toil, 270
Like ancient Troy; and all its joys his own.
Alas! the world’s a tutor more severe;
Its lessons hard, and ill deserve his pains;
Unteaching all his virtuous nature taught,