And these were forty: he was from his youth
A patient searcher after useful truth:
To language little of his time he gave,
To science less, nor was the Muse’s slave;
Sober and grave, his college sent him down,
A fair example for his native town.
Slowly he speaks, and with such solemn air,
You’d thing a Socrates or Solon there;
For though a Christian, he’s disposed to draw
His rules from reason’s and from nature’s law.