WERE we with Patience here to sit,
Dupes to th' impertinence of Wit,
Till TRIFLE his harangue should end,
A  Night we might attend,
Whilst He, with fluency of speech,
Would various  teach,
(Here TRIFLE, sternly looking down,
Gravely endeavour'd at a Frown,
But NATURE unawares stept in,
And, mocking, turn'd it to a Grin)
And when, in FANCY's Chariot hurl'd,
We had been carried round the world,
Involv'd in error still and doubt,
He'd leave us where we first set out.
Thus  (in whose exercise
with Grandeur vies)
Lift up their legs with mighty pain,
Only to set them down again.