To him important, and to all men strange.
Industrious, temperate, with the sun he rose, 210
And of his time gave little to repose:
Nor to the labour only bent his will,
But sought experience, and improved with skill;
With cautious prudence placed his gains to use,
Inquiring always, “What will this produce?”
The Friend, not long suspicious, now began
To think more kindly of the alter’d man—
In his opinion alter’d; but, in truth,