But grant him this and all such life can give,
For other prospects he begins to live;
Begins to feel that man was form’d to look
And long for other objects than a book:
In his mind’s eye his house and glebe he sees,
And farms and talks with farmers at his ease;
And time is lost, till fortune sends him forth
To a rude world unconscious of his worth;
There in some petty parish to reside,
The college boast, then turn’d the village guide: