Late as it is, I put my self to school,
And feel some  comfort, not to be a fool.
Weak tho' I am of limb, and short of sight,
Far from a Lynx, and not a Giant quite,
I'll do what MEAD and CHESELDEN advise,
To keep these limbs, and to preserve these eyes.
Not to  go back, is somewhat to advance,
And Men must walk at least before they dance.