And so obliging that he ne'er obliged;
Like Cato,[[142]] give his little Senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause;
While wits and templars[[143]] every sentence raise,
And wonder with a foolish face of praise—
Who but must laugh if such a man there be?
Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
AN ORNAMENT TO HER SEX.
[From the Epistle of the Characters of Women.]
See how the world its veterans rewards!