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90 With him, for years, we search'd the classic page,

And fear'd the Master, though we lov'd the Sage:

Retir'd at last, his small yet peaceful seat

From learning's labour is the blest retreat.

fills his magisterial chair;

governs,—but, my Muse, forbear:

Contempt, in silence, be the pedant's lot,

His name and precepts be alike forgot;