I construe Virgil, and our usher said,
I might have been in Homer had I staid;
And he was sorry when I came away,
And so was I, but Uncle would not pay;
He told the master I had read enough,
And Greek was all unprofitable stuff;
So all my learning now is thrown away, 960
And I’ve no time for study or for play;
I’m ordered here and there, above, below,
And call’d a dunce for what I cannot know;