At first, the clamour of the buzzing schools,
And classic Lily's salutary rules,
With terrors new his infant mind appall,
And present fears his pristine joys recall;
But when the dry grammarian's toils are o'er,
And Ovid opens all his tender store;
With kindred flame his ardent bosom glows,
His version pure the rising genius shews;
And the pleas'd master sees, with flatt'ring hope,
The early efforts of a future Pope.