To smooth the rough Way, and to sing by my Side,
I’ve coveted Learning, a dangerous Thing
To drag through the Road, and who never could sing.
Of Substance I’ve thought, and the various Disputes
On the Nature of Man, and the Notions of Brutes; 40
Of simple and complex Ideas I’ve read,
How they rose into Life and spring up in my Head;
That the Frolicks I love, and the Fashions I hate,
Are from Causes without, and they rule not innate;
I’ve studied with stupid Attention and Skill