Oh, pardon my digression—or at least
Peruse! ’Tis always with a moral end
That I dissert, like grace before a feast:
For like an agèd aunt, or tiresome friend,
A rigid guardian, or a zealous priest,
My Muse by exhortation means to mend
All people, at all times, and in most places,
Which puts my Pegasus to these grave paces.