Foe to his Church, it pleas’d him to the heart,
When he could Anger to her friends impart;
And by his own, or by a borrow’d, Jest
See the sad Vicar troubled and distress’d—
The modest Vicar, who with meek good Sense
Fear’d the vain laugh of heartless Insolence. 470
No Student he; yet, what our Squire had read
Cool’d his Affections and disturb’d his head;
Made him his Neighbours and his friends dispise,
And class himself among the learnt and wise.