How time has pass’d? for we expect to know;
And, if you tell not, know you we shall trace
Your movements for ourselves from place to place!
Your wants, your wishes, all you’ve sought or seen,
Shall be the food for our remark and spleen.
So, warn’d in time, the real page unfold,
And let the Truth, before the Lie, be told.
P. This might be done; but wonders I have none;
All my adventures are of Self alone. 210
F. What then? I grant you, if your way was clear,