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many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise, Who wears his manhood hale and green;

And dare we to this fancy give That had the wild oat not been sown, The soil, left barren, scarce had grown The grain by which a man may live?

Oh! if we held the doctrine sound For life outliving heats of youth, Yet who would preach it as a truth To those that eddy round and round?

Hold thou the good: define it well: For fear divine philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.