The clamors of contentious law,
And court and state, he wisely shuns;
Nor brib’d with hopes, nor dar’d with awe,
To servile salutations runs;
But either to the clasping vine
Does the supporting poplar wed,
Or with his pruning-hook disjoin
Unbearing branches from their head,
And grafts more happy in their stead;
Or climbing to a hilly steep,