As he approves, as he dislikes, Love or contempt her fancy ftrikes. Why the likes him, admire not at her; (Those authors he so oft' had nam'd, For learning, wit, and wisdom, fam’d) 685 690 Was ftruck with love, efteem, and awe, How all would for his friendship strive, Cadenus anfwers every end, 695 700 The book, the author, and the friend; 705 The utmost her defires will reach, Is but to learn what he can teach: His converfe is a fyftem fit Alone to fill up all her wit; 710 Love can with speech inspire a mute, 725 Her knowledge, with fuch pains acquir'd, By this new paffion grew infpir'd; Through this she made all objects pafs Cadenus, who could ne'er fufpect Infenfibly came on her fide. It was an unforeseen event; 720 725 730 Things took a turn he never meant. Whoe'er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero in our eyes : Each girl, when pleas'd with what is taught, Will have the teacher in her thought. 735 When Mifs delights in her spinnet, A fiddler may a fortune get; A blockhead, with melodious voice, In boarding-schools may have his choice; 740 In learning let a nymph delight, 745 750 Yet now and then your men of wit 760 So, when Cadenus could not hide, Much to her praife, more to his own. In her a moft judicious tafte. 765 770 Love why do we one paffion call, When 'tis a compound of them all? Where hot and cold, where fharp and sweet, In all their equipages meet; Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear; Wherein his dignity and age 775 Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear, For why fuch raptures, flights, and fancies, To her who durft not read romances? 795 In lofty style to make replies, But when her tutor will affect Devotion, duty, and refpect, He fairly abdicates the throne; The government is now her own; 800 He has a forfeiture incurr'd; She vows to take him at his word, 805 810 The skill of every common beau, Who, though he cannot fpell, is wife 815 |