Then would he read and travel, would frequent
Life’s busy scenes; and forth Sir Owen went.
The mind, that now was free, unfix’d, uncheck’d,
Read and observed with wonderful effect;
And still, the more he gain’d, the more he long’d 120
To pay that mind his negligence had wrong’d;
He felt his pleasures rise as he improved;
And, first enduring, then the labour loved.
But, by the light let in, Sir Owen found
Some of those passions had their chain unbound;