I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. V. Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me: This man's but a picture of what I might be; But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading." |