As verse or prose became it best,
And mov’d her soft desire.
This found, his courtship Strephon ends,
Or makes it to his glass;
There in himself now seeks amends,
Convinc’d, that where a Wit pretends,
A Beau is but an ass.
46. The Critick and the Writer of Fables
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way,
Thro’ which adventurously the Muse wou’d stray;