Th’ adopted tribe, as she was wont before;
But by her help the school the lasses sought,
And by the vicar’s self the boy was taught;
Not unresisting when that cursed Greek
Ask’d so much time for words that none will speak.
“What can men worse for mortal brain contrive 180
Than thus a hard dead language to revive!
Heav’ns, if a language once be fairly dead, }
Let it be buried, not preserved and read, }
The bane of every boy to decent station bred. }