XXXIX.

Oh, pardon my digression—or at least

Peruse! 'T is always with a moral end

That I dissert, like grace before a feast:

For like an agéd aunt, or tiresome friend,

A rigid guardian, or a zealous priest,

My Muse by exhortation means to mend

All people, at all times, and in most places,

Which puts my Pegasus to these grave paces.

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