Then comes the second order; [Endnote AA] all who seek The debt of praise, where watchful Unbelief Darts through the thin pretence her squinting eye On some retired appearance which belies The boasted virtue, or annuls the applause That Justice else would pay. Here side by side I see two leaders of the solemn train Approaching: one a female old and gray, With eyes demure, and wrinkle-furrow'd brow, Pale as the cheeks of death; yet still she stuns 130 The sickening audience with a nauseous tale, How many youths her myrtle chains have worn, How many virgins at her triumphs pined! Yet how resolved she guards her cautious heart; Such is her terror at the risks of love, And man's seducing tongue! The other seems A bearded sage, ungentle in his mien, And sordid all his habit; peevish Want Grins at his heels, while down the gazing throng He stalks, resounding in magnific praise 140 The vanity of riches, the contempt Of pomp and power. Be prudent in your zeal, Ye grave associates! let the silent grace Of her who blushes at the fond regard Her charms inspire, more eloquent unfold The praise of spotless honour: let the man, Whose eye regards not his illustrious pomp And ample store, but as indulgent streams To cheer the barren soil and spread the fruits Of joy, let him by juster measures fix 150 The price of riches and the end of power. Another tribe succeeds; [Endnote BB] deluded long By Fancy's dazzling optics, these behold The images of some peculiar things With brighter hues resplendent, and portray'd With features nobler far than e'er adorn'd Their genuine objects. Hence the fever'd heart Pants with delirious hope for tinsel charms; Hence oft obtrusive on the eye of scorn, Untimely zeal her witless pride betrays! 160 And serious manhood from the towering aim Of wisdom, stoops to emulate the boast Of childish toil. Behold yon mystic form Bedeck'd with feathers, insects, weeds, and shells! Not with intenser view the Samian sage Bent his fix'd eye on heaven's intenser fires, When first the order of that radiant scene Swell'd his exulting thought, than this surveys A muckworm's entrails, or a spider's fang. Next him a youth, with flowers and myrtles crown'd, 170 Attends that virgin form, and blushing kneels, With fondest gesture and a suppliant's tongue, To win her coy regard: adieu, for him, The dull engagements of the bustling world! Adieu the sick impertinence of praise! And hope, and action! for with her alone, By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours, Is all he asks, and all that fate can give! Thee too, facetious Momion, wandering here, Thee, dreaded censor, oft have I beheld 180 Bewilder'd unawares: alas! too long Flush'd with thy comic triumphs and the spoils Of sly derision! till on every side