Were written in his mind, as in a book:
There what to do he read, and what to shun;
And all commanded was with promptness done;
He seem’d without a passion to proceed,
Or one whose passions no correction need. 80
Yet some believed those passions only slept,
And were in bounds by early habits kept;
Curb’d as they were by fetters worn so long,
There were who judged them a rebellious throng.
To these he stood, not as a hero true,