He laughs at those whom untried depths alarm,

By caution led, and moved by strength of arm;

Till in mid-way, the way his folly chose, 140

His full-blown bladder bursts, and down he goes!

Or, if preserved, ’tis by their friendly aid

Whom he despised as cautious and afraid.

Who could resist? Not Barnaby. Success

Awhile his pride exalted—to depress.

Three years he pass’d in feverish hopes and fears,

When fled the profits of the former years;