Since this a College Life, peace to that pair,
Who dying left me to a Guardian's care,
And he, thank Fortune, to unbend my mind,
Chose a young Tutor, gay, polite and kind,
Who, anxious much my morals to advance,
Took me a tour thro' Italy and France;
Gave me the Graces, which I more admire
Than all the learning I could else acquire:
This, this is life, but that within a College,
Which musty pedants term the Seat of Knowledge,
Let pedants take — I will not see their faces,
But live and die devoted to the Graces.