Fair and dark are often like each other,Both inspire the mind with equal pleasure.
To admit no waverer here!For to act the good endeavour,
A FELLOW says: "I own no school or college;No master lives whom I acknowledge;And pray don't entertain the thoughtThat from the dead I e'er learnt aught."This, if I rightly understand,Means: "I'm a blockhead at first hand."
No word of treachery I could read;She seem'd to see me with delight,
Perchance e'en over the sea;Move onward, ye sheep, then, move onward!
AFTER these vernal rains
Shall the house through thee be drown'dFloods I see that wildly swell,
Are flowing.Why seek the vale so hastily?Attend for once, and answer me!