Tries and retries his steps with care,
Since to be perfect’s not in bear.
The pig and ape, spectators mute,
Observe the labours of the brute
Shuffling, and struggling hard for ease,
And ever labouring to please.
At length Sir Bruin thinks he spies
Derision in pig’s watchful eyes;
And criticism seems to sneak
In that dry tongue-distended cheek.