Full many a shining wit one sees,
With tongue on all things
well conversing;
The what can charm, the what can
please,
In every nice detail rehearsing.
Their raptures so transport the
college,
It seems one honeymoon of knowledge.
Yet out they go in silence where
They whilom held their learned
prate;
Ah! he who would achieve the fair,
Or sow the embryo of the great,
Must hoard-to wait the
ripening hour-
In the least point the loftiest
power.
With wanton boughs and pranksome
hues,
Aloft in air aspires the stem;
The glittering leaves inhale the
dews,
But fruits are not concealed
in them.
From the small kernels undiscerned
repose
The oak that lords it oer
the forest grows.
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