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What planter will attempt to yoke
A sapling with a falling oak?

As years increase she brighter shines,
Cadenus with each day declines;
And he must fall a prey to time,
While she continues in her prime.

Cadenus, common forms apart,
In every scene had kept his heart;
Had sigh'd and languish'd, vow'd and writ,
For pastime, or to show his wit:
But time, and books, and state-affairs,
Had spoil'd his fashionable airs:
He now could praise, esteem, approve,
But understood not what was love.
His conduct might have made him stil'd
A father, and the nymph his child.
That innocent delight he took
To see the virgin mind her book,
Was but the master's secret joy
In school to hear the finest boy.
Her knowledge with her fancy grew;
She hourly press'd for something new;
Ideas came into her mind

So fast, his lessons lagg'd behind;
She reason'd without plodding long,
Nor ever gave her judgment wrong.
But now a sudden change was wrought,
She minds no longer what he taught.
Cadenus was amaz'd to find
Such marks of a distracted mind;
For though she seem'd to listen more

To all he spoke than e'er before,

He found her thoughts would absent range,
Yet guess'd not whence could spring the change.

And first he modestly conjectures

His pupil might be tir'd with lectures,

Which help'd to mortify his pride,
Yet gave him not the heart to chide
But in a mild dejected strain,
At last he ventur'd to complain;

Said she should be no longer teas'd;
Might have her freedom when she pleas'd;
Was now convinc'd he acted wrong

To hide her from the world so long,
And in dull studies to engage
One of her tender sex and age;
That every nymph with envy own'd
How she might shine in the grand monde,
And every shepherd was undone
To see her cloister'd like a nun.
This was a visionary scheme;

He wak'd and found it but a dream;
A project far above his skill,
For nature must be nature still,
If he was bolder than became
A scholar to a courtly dame,
She might excuse a man of letters;
Thus tutors often treat their betters:
And since his talk offensive grew,
He came to take his last adieu.

Vanessa, fill'd with just disdain,
Would still her dignity maintain,
Instructed from her early years
To scorn the art of female tears.

Had he employ'd his time so long
To teach her what was right and wrong,
Yet could such notions entertain,
That all his lectures were in vain?

She own'd the wandering of her thoughts,
But he must answer for her faults.
She well remember'd, to her cost,
That all his lessons were not lost:
Two maxims she could still produce,
And sad experience taught their use,
That virtue, pleas'd by being shown,
Knows nothing which it dares not own;
Can make us without fear disclose
Our inmost secrets to our foes:
That common forms were not design'd
Directors to a noble mind.

Now, (said the nymph) I'll let you see
My actions with your rules agree;
That I can vulgar forms despise,
And have no secrets to disguise.
I knew, by what you said and writ,
How dangerous things were men of wit;
You caution'd me against their charms,
But never gave me equal arms;

Your lessons found the weakest part,
Aim'd at the head, but reach'd the heart."
Cadenus felt within him rise
Shame, disappointment, guilt, surprise:
He knew not how to reconcile
Such language with her usual style;
And yet her words were so exprest,
He could not hope she spoke in jest.
His thoughts had wholly been confin'd
To form and cultivate her mind:
He hardly knew, till he was told,
Whether the nymph were young or old;
Had met her in a public place,
Without distinguishing her face:
Much less could his declining age
Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage;
And if her youth indifference met,
His person must contempt beget:
Or, grant her passion be sincere,
How shall his innocence be clear!
Appearances were all so strong,

The world must thiuk him in the wrong;
Would say he made a treacherous use
Of wit, to flatter and seduce :

The Town would swear he had betray'd,
By magic spells, the harmless maid;
And every beau would have his jokes,
"That scholars were like other folks;
That when Platonic flights were over,
The tutor turn'd a mortal lover.
So tender of the young and fair!
It show'd a true paternal care-

Five thousand guineas in her purse!
The Doctor might have fancied worse.'-
Hardly at length he silence broke,
And falter'd every word he spoke,
Interpreting her complaisance,
Just as a man sans consequence,
She rallied well, he always knew;
Her manner now was something new;
And what she spoke was in an air
As serious as a tragic player:
But those who aim at ridicule
Should fix upon some certain rule,
Which fairly hints they are in jest,
Else he must enter his protest;
For let a man be ne'er so wise,
He may be caught with sober lies;
A science which he never taught,
And, to be free, was dearly bought;
For, take it in its proper light,
Tis just what coxcombs call a Bite.
But not to dwell on things minute,
Vanessa finish'd the dispute,
Brought weighty arguments to prove
That reason was her guide in love:
She thought he had himself describ'd
His doctrines when she first imbib'd:
What he had planted now was grown;
His virtues she might call her own:
As he approves, as he dislikes,
Love or contempt her fancy strikes.
Self-love in nature rooted fast,
Attends us first, and leaves us last.
Why she likes him, admire not at her;
She loves herself, and that's the matter.
How was her tutor wont to praise
The geniuses of ancient days!
(Those authors he so oft had nam'd,
For learning, wit, and wisdom, fam'd)
Was struck with love, esteem, and awe,
For persons whom he never saw.

Suppose Cadenus flourish'd then,
He must adore such godlike men.
If one short volume could comprise
All that was witty, learn'd, and wise,
How would it be esteem'd and read,
Although the writer long were dead!
If such an author were alive,

How all would for his friendship strive,
And come in crowds to see his face!
And this she takes to be her case:
Cadenus answers every end,

The book, the author, and the friend:
The utmost her desires will reach,
Is but to learn what he can teach :
His converse is a system fit
Alone to fill up all her wit,

While every passion of her mind
In him is center'd and confin'd.

Love can with speech inspire a mute,
And taught Vanessa to dispute.
This topic, never touch'd before,
Display'd her eloquence the more:
Her knowledge, with such pains acquir'd,
By this new passion grew inspir'd,
Through this she made all objects pass,
Which gave a tincture o'er the mass;
As rivers, though they bend and twine,
Still to the sea their course incline;
Or as philosophers, who find

Some favourite system to their mind,
In every point to make it fit,
Will force all Nature to submit.

Cadenus, who could ne'er suspect
His lessons would have such effect,
Or be so artfully applied,
Insensibly came on her side.

It was an unforeseen event;

Things took a turn he never meant.
Whoe'er excels in what we prize,
Appears a hero in our eyes.

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