Would else refuse. But may nor thirst of fame 65
Nor love of knowledge urge you to fatigue
With constant drudgery the liberal soul.
Toy with your books: and, as the various fits
Of humour seize you, from Philosophy
To Fable shift; from serious Antonine 70
To Rabelais’ ravings, and from prose to song.
While reading pleases, but no longer, read;
And read aloud resounding Homer’s strain,
And weild the thunder of Demosthenes.