Till reason waked, and not a joy he knew.
Questions now vex’d his spirit, most from those
Who are call’d friends, because they are not foes:
“John?” they would say; he, starting, turn’d around,
“John!” there was something shocking in the sound:
Ill brook’d he then the pert familiar phrase,
The untaught freedom and th’ inquiring gaze;
Much was his temper touch’d, his spleen provoked,
When ask’d how ladies talk’d, or walk’d, or look’d?
“What said my Lord of politics! how spent