With magisterial look, and solemn step,
Appears my school-master, tremendous wight!
Dreaded by truant boys; how can I ’scape
The expected punishment for task ungot,
Aghast I stand, nor fly to covert bench,
Or corner dark, to hide my hapless head;
So great my terror, that it quite bereaves,
My limbs the power to fly, slow he ascends
The appointed seat, and on his right-hand lies
The bushy rod compos’d of numerous twigs,