CONVERSATION. Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri, VIRG. Ecl. 5. THOUGH nature weigh our talents, and dispense To ev'ry man his modicum of sense, And Conversation in it's better part May be esteem'd a gift, and not an art, On culture, and the sowing of the soil. Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, Not more distinct from harmony divine, The constant creaking of a country sign. 10 As Alphabets in ivory employ, Too often proves an implement of play, A toy to sport with, and pass time away. Collect at ev'ning what the day brought forth, And if it weigh th' importance of a fly, The scales are false, or algebra a lie. Who prostitute it in the cause of vice, Or sell their glory at the market-price; Who vote for hire, or point it with lampoon, 20 The dear-bought placeman, and the cheap buffoon. 30 There is a prurience in the speech of some, Wrath stays him, or else God would strike them dumb: His wise forbearance has their end in view, They fill their measure, and receive their due. Names almost worthy of a Christian's praise, men, And shut up ev'ry satyr in his den. O come not ye near innocence and truth, For making speech the pamperer of lust; 40 But when the breath of age commits the fault, 'Tis nauseous as the vapour of a vault. So wither'd stumps disgrace the sylvan scene, Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife— Some men have surely then a peaceful life; Whatever subject occupy discourse, The feats of Vestris, or the naval force, Who though devout, yet bigotry had none, 50, 60 |