60 There stands the stoutest Ox in England fed; There fights the boldest Jew, Whitechapel-bred; And here Saint Monday's worthy votaries live In all the joys that ale and skittles give. Now, lo! in Egypt's coast that hostile fleet, By nations dreaded and by Nelson beat; And here shall soon another triumph come, A deed of glory in a day of gloom-- Distressing glory! grievous boon of fate! The proudest conquest, at the dearest rate. 70 On shelf of deal, beside the cuckoo-clock, Of cottage-reading rests the chosen stock; Learning we lack, not books, but have a kind For all our wants, a meat for every mind: The tale for wonder and the joke for whim, The half-sung sermon and the half-groan'd hymn. No need of classing; each within its place, The feeling finger in the dark can trace; "First from the corner, farthest from the wall": Such all the rules, and they suffice for all. 80 There pious works for Sunday's use are found, Companions for that Bible newly bound: That Bible, bought by sixpence weekly saved, Has choicest prints by famous hands engraved; Has choicest notes by many a famous head, Such as to doubt have rustic readers led; Have made them stop to reason, _why?_ and _how?_ And, where they once agreed, to cavil now. Oh! rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; 90 Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun; Who simple truth with nine-fold reasons back, And guard the point no enemies attack. Bunyan's famed Pilgrim rests that shelf upon; A genius rare but rude was honest John: Not one who, early by the Muse beguiled, Drank from her well the waters undefiled; Not one who slowly gain'd the hill sublime, Then often sipp'd and little at a time; 100 But one who dabbled in the sacred springs, And drank them muddy, mix'd with baser things. Here, to interpret dreams we read the rules-- Science our own, and never taught in schools; In moles and specks we Fortune's gifts discern, And Fate's fix'd will from Nature's wanderings learn. Of Hermit Quarle we read, in island rare, Far from mankind and seeming far from care; Safe from all want, and sound in every limb; Yes! there was he, and there was care with him. 110 Unbound and heap'd, these valued works beside, Lay humbler works the pedler's pack supplied; Yet these, long since, have all acquired a name: The Wandering Jew has found his way to fame; And fame, denied to many a labour'd song, Crowns Thumb the great, and Hickerthrift the strong. There too is he, by wizard-power upheld, Jack, by whose arm the giant-brood were quell'd: His shoes of swiftness on his feet he placed; His coat of darkness on his loins he braced; 120