certe furit, ac velut urfus

Objectos caveæ valuit qui frangere clathros,
Indoctum doctumque fugat recitator acerbus.
Quem vero arripuit, tenet, occiditque legendo,

Non miffura cutem, nifi plena oruroris, hirudo. 476

Whate'er the caufe, he raves; and like a Bear, Burft from his cage, and loofe in open air, Learn'd and unlearn'd the Madman puts to flight, They quick to fly, he bitter to recite !

What hapless foul he fiezes, he holds faft;
Rants, and repeats, and reads him dead at last: 719
Hangs on him, ne'er to quit, with ceaseless speech,
Till gorg'd and full of blood, a very Leech!

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ON THE

EPISTLE TO THE PISOS.