Of his proud boy such honour could sustain;
Pleased with the favours offer’d to a son,
But seeing dangers few so ardent shun.
Thus when they parted, to the youthful breast
The father’s fears were by his love impress’d:
“There will you find, my son, the courteous ease
That must subdue the soul it means to please;
That soft attention which e’en beauty pays
To wake our passions, or provoke our praise;
There all the eye beholds will give delight,