Zealous for truth, a credit to his kind,
Nay,—since, employing talent so, I yield
The Lord his own again with usury,—
A satisfaction, yea, to God himself!
Well, I have modelled me by Agur's wish,
"Remove far from me vanity and lies,
Feed me with food convenient for me!" What
I' the world should a wise man require beyond?
Can I but coax the good fat little wife
To tell her fool of a father the mad prank