Raderet; angustæ collo non fallier orcæ;
Neu quis callidior buxum torquere flagello.
Oft, I remember yet, my sight to spoil,
Oft, when a boy, I bleared my eyes with oil:
What time I wished my studies to decline,
Nor make great Cato’s dying speeches mine;
Speeches my master to the skies had raised,
Poor pedagogue! unknowing what he praised;
And which my sire, suspense ’twixt hope and fear,
With venial pride, had brought his friends to hear.