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.