Reverence for one who can inflict the smart,

And love, because he deals them not a part.

“Remember well what love and age advise:

A quiet rector is a parish prize,

Who in his learning has a decent pride;

Who to his people is a gentle guide;

Who only hints at failings that he sees;

Who loves his glebe, his patron, and his ease,

And finds the way to fame and profit is to please.”

The Nephew answer’d not, except a sigh