Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348:3]
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Where yet was ever found a mother
Who 'd give her booby for another?