And pleasing talk that starts no timerous fame, 140
With witless wantoness to hunt it down:
Or thro’ the fairy-land of tale or song
Delighted wander, in fictitious fates
Engag’d, and all that strikes humanity;
Till lost in fable, they the stealing hour 145
Of timely rest forget. Sometimes, at eve,
His neighbours lift the latch, and bless unbid
His festal roof; while, o’er the light repast,
And sprightly cups, they mix in social joy;