The Poems of Jonathan Swift, D.D., Volume 2 | Page 6

Jonathan Swift
not afraid?To venture in a ship decay'd??What planter will attempt to yoke?A sapling with a falling oak??As years increase, she brighter shines;?Cadenus with each day declines:?And he must fall a prey to time,?While she continues in her prime.?Cadenus, common forms apart,?In every scene had kept his heart;?Had sigh'd and languish'd, vow'd and writ,?For pastime, or to show his wit,?But books, and time, and state affairs,?Had spoil'd his fashionable airs:?He now could praise, esteem, approve,?But understood not what was love.?His conduct might have made him styled?A father, and the nymph his child.?That innocent delight he took?To see the virgin mind her book,?Was but the master's secret joy?In school to hear the finest boy.?Her knowledge with her fancy grew;?She hourly press'd for something new;?Ideas came into her mind?So fast, his lessons lagg'd behind;?She reason'd, without plodding long,?Nor ever gave her judgment wrong.?But now a sudden change was wrought;?She minds no longer what he taught.?Cadenus was amazed to find?Such marks of a distracted mind:?For, though she seem'd to listen more?To all he spoke, than e'er before,?He found her thoughts would absent range,?Yet guess'd not whence could spring the change.?And first he modestly conjectures?His pupil might be tired with lectures;?Which help'd to mortify his pride,?Yet gave him not the heart to chide:?But, in a mild dejected strain,?At last he ventured to complain:?Said, she should be no longer teazed,?Might have her freedom when she pleased;?Was now convinced he acted wrong?To hide her from the world so long,?And in dull studies to engage?One of her tender sex and age;?That every nymph with envy own'd,?How she might shine in the grand monde:?And every shepherd was undone?To see her cloister'd like a nun.?This was a visionary scheme:?He waked, and found it but a dream;?A project far above his skill:?For nature must be nature still.?If he were bolder than became?A scholar to a courtly dame,?She might excuse a man of letters;?Thus tutors often treat their better;?And, since his talk offensive grew,?He came to take his last adieu.?Vanessa, fill'd with just disdain,?Would still her dignity maintain,?Instructed from her early years?To scorn the art of female tears.?Had he employ'd his time so long?To teach her what was right and wrong;?Yet could such notions entertain?That all his lectures were in vain??She own'd the wandering of her thoughts;?But he must answer for her faults.?She well remember'd to her cost,?That all his lessons were not lost.?Two maxims she could still produce,?And sad experience taught their use;?That virtue, pleased by being shown,?Knows nothing which it dares not own;?Can make us without fear disclose?Our inmost secrets to our foes;?That common forms were not design'd?Directors to a noble mind.?Now, said the nymph, to let you see?My actions with your rules agree;?That I can vulgar forms despise,?And have no secrets to disguise;?I knew, by what you said and writ,?How dangerous things were men of wit;?You caution'd me against their charms,?But never gave me equal arms;?Your lessons found the weakest part,?Aim'd at the head, but reach'd the heart.?Cadenus felt within him rise?Shame, disappointment, guilt, surprise.?He knew not how to reconcile?Such language with her usual style:?And yet her words were so exprest,?He could not hope she spoke in jest.?His thoughts had wholly been confined?To form and cultivate her mind.?He hardly knew, till he was told,?Whether the nymph were young or old;?Had met her in a public place,?Without distinguishing her face;?Much less could his declining age?Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage;?And, if her youth indifference met,?His person must contempt beget;?Or grant her passion be sincere,?How shall his innocence be clear??[3]Appearances were all so strong,?The world must think him in the wrong;?Would say, he made a treacherous use?Of wit, to flatter and seduce;?The town would swear, he had betray'd?By magic spells the harmless maid:?And every beau would have his joke,?That scholars were like other folk;?And, when Platonic flights were over,?The tutor turn'd a mortal lover!?So tender of the young and fair!?It show'd a true paternal care--?Five thousand guineas in her purse!?The doctor might have fancied worse.--?Hardly at length he silence broke,?And falter'd every word he spoke;?Interpreting her complaisance,?Just as a man sans consequence.?She rallied well, he always knew:?Her manner now was something new;?And what she spoke was in an air?As serious as a tragic player.?But those who aim at ridicule?Should fix upon some certain rule,?Which fairly hints they are in jest,?Else he must enter his protest:?For let a man be ne'er so wise,?He may be caught with sober lies;?A science which he never taught,?And, to be free, was dearly bought;?For, take it in its proper light,?'Tis just what coxcombs call a bite.?But, not to dwell on things minute,?Vanessa finish'd the dispute;?Brought weighty arguments to prove?That reason was her guide in love.?She thought he had himself described,?His doctrines when she first imbibed;?What he had planted, now was grown;?His virtues she might call her own;?As he approves, as he dislikes,?Love or contempt her fancy strikes.?Self-love, in
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