Disdain of fathers which the dance began, }
And last, uncertain whose the narrower span, }
The clown unread, and half-read gentleman.— }
To this the Panther, with a scornful smile;—
Yet still you travel with unwearied toil,
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And range around the realm without controul, }
Among my sons for proselytes to prowl; }
And here and there you snap some silly soul. }
You hinted fears of future change in state;