He still his knee-joints flexible must feel,
And have a slavish promptitude to kneel; 350
Soon as he sees me he will drop his lip,
And bend like one made ready for the whip.
O! come, I trifle, let me haste away—
What! throw it up, when I have cards to play?”
The Doctor went, a self-invited guest;
He met his pupil, and his frown repress’d,
For in those lowering looks he could discern
Resistance sullen and defiance stern;