But made it theirs and chose the modest Man. 300
Thrice in his Life, by Merit and by ways
That please the powers who merit love to raise,
Rose the mild Doctor, and was now a Dean,
With grateful Spirit and a Conscience clean.
Some who behold him in his Weakness now,
By Pain and Time despoil’d of smile and bow,
When Observation finds his shrewd good sense
But prattling Love and tame benevolence,
Presum’d to wonder at Success so strange,