No more — for I (as many Teachers do)
Shew my own Folly by instructing you;
And you perhaps disdain my wholsom Rules;
So saucy Pupils count their Masters Fools:
But shou'd your Pride the common Track refuse,
You'll find small Pensions for your haughty Muse:
Still you may scribble on; and in the End
Be just as rich as — Sir, your humble Friend.