Still presses the More like a Dun for Neglect,
And is never contented with civil Respect;
Intrudes in the Dance, and grows grave in the Song,
And conjures up Conscience with all her dull Throng.
“And Virtue—what’s Virtue? an obstinate Cur, 300
Who clings to a Rock and refuses to stir;
Whose Lectures on Life are a plague beyond bearing;
So he snaps at your Heels, till you’re quite out of hearing.
But hearken to him, and he’ll tell you the Fancies
Which please the poor School-Boy in Tales and Romances: