Where he might vent his woes, and hide his shame.
Fierce was his strife, but with success he strove, 220
And freed his troubled breast from fruitless love;
Or what of love his reason fail’d to cool
Was lost and perish’d in a public school—
Those seats and sources both of good and ill,
By what they cure in Boys, and what they kill.
TALE XX.
THE WILL.
I.
Thus to his Friend an angry Father spoke—