text:  Led by my hand he saunter'd Europe round And gather'd ev'ry vice on Christian ground; Saw ev'ry court heard ev'ry king declare His royal sense of op'ras or the fair; The stews and palace equally explor'd Intrigu'd with glory and with spirit whor'd; Tried all _hors d'oeuvres_ all _liqueurs_ defin'd Judicious drank and greatly-daring din'd; Dropt the dull lumber of the Latin store Spoil'd his own language and acquir'd no more; All classic learning lost on classic ground; And last turn'd Air the echo of a sound! See now half-cur'd and perfectly well-bred With nothing but a solo in his head; As much estate and principle and wit As Jansen Fleetwood Cibber shall think fit; Stol'n from a duel follow'd by a nun And if a borough choose him not undone; See to my country happy I restore This glorious youth and add one Venus more