But we, not as our Pristrin sires repair
T’ umbrageous Grot or Vale, but when the Sun
Faintly from Western Skies his Rays oblique
Darts flopping, and to Thetis watry Lap
Hastens in prone Career, with Friends Select
Swiftly we hie to Devil Young or old
Jocund and Boon, where at the entrance stands
A Stripling, who with Scrapes and Humil Cringe,
Greets us in winning Speech, and Accent Bland;
With lightest bound, and safe unerring step