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 That each imbolden'dembolden'd [sic] plant at length may rise In verdant pride, and shoot into the skies.


 * let the guide, if e'er he would improve

His charge, avoid his hate, and win his love; Lest in his rage wrong measures he may take, And loathloathe [sic] the muses for the teacher's sake. His soul then slacken'd from her native force, Flags at the barrier, and forgets the course. Curb in your wrath, nor fright the blooming crowd, But scorn th' ungen'rous province of the rod; Th' offended muses never can sustain To hear the shriekings of the tender train, But stung with grief and anguish hang behind; Damped is the sprightly vigor of the mind. The boy no daring images inspire, No bright ideas set his thoughts on fire; He drags on heavily th' ungrateful load, Grown obstinately dull, and season'd to the rod.


 * a pedant who to penance brought

His trembling pupils for the lightest fault;