A bosom dyed in honour’s noblest grain—

Deep-dyed;—with these let me approach the fane,

And Heaven will hear the humble prayer I make,

Though all my offering be a barley-cake.

In the third, he endeavours to shame the ingenuous youth out of an idle aversion to the pursuit of wisdom, and contrasts the enjoyments of a well-regulated mind with ignorance and sensuality: the picture which he draws of the fate of the sensualist is very powerful:—

Turgidus hic epulis atque albo ventre lavatur,

Gutture sulfureas lente exhalante mephites;

Sed tremor inter vina subit, calidumque trientem

Excutit e manibus; dentes crepuere retecti;

Uncta cadunt laxis tunc pulmentaria labris.