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A certain high priest could explain,*
How the soul is but nerve at the most ; And how Milton had glands in his brain,
That secreted the Paradise Lost. And sure, it is what they deserve,
Of such theories if I aver it, They are not even dictates of nerve,
But mere muddy suggestions of claret.
Our Holland Philosophers say, Gin
Is the true philosophical drink,
That to shake is the same as to think.t
The sturdy materialist chose (О fye!)
But wisdom, and downright philosophy.
who shine in my verse,
* Dr. L. Bp. of C. is probably the person here alluded to. He was a zealous materialist.
+ He resolved Perception and Thinking into vibrations, and (what he called) vibratiuncles of the brain.
Which condemn not the faults they rehearse, But impute all
sin to your drink. In drink, poets, philosophers, mob, err;
Then excuse, if my satire e'er nips ye: When I praise, think me prudent and sober,
If I blame, be assured I am tipsy,
“CONSIDER, my good friend, the value”-
“ You poets think it only—a jest, eh ! “ To cut and slash at peers and majesty! “ When did I ever say a Briton “ Must creep, like pointer, hands and feet on? ? “ I only said, what I suppose 6. You know, and every body knows, 6. That in their forms of etiquette, 6. The small must copy from the great ; “ Must learn their passions and their fancies, “ How this lord laughs, and that duke dances. “ For, as a frugal housewife gathers “ Clippings of silk, and gaudy feathers, “ Which will by length of time prepare “ A covering for an easy chair : “ Even thus, from the great world, our beaus • Pick shreds of swearing and bon mots ; “ Which, when they o'er their souls have wrought 'em, “ Hide Honesty's black leather bottom; “ And a new covering we behold “ Where every single patch is old."
And what, if I be not inclin'd
Although as relicks fools adore them,
“ No doubt, Sir, you, a man of letters,
you despise ! “ Go, scream and cringe to your Apollo; 6 What others follow'd I must follow, “ The grave man's care, the gay man's passion, “The lady's every thing—the fashion."
I never would affirm, my friend,
“ Yes ; sapient, philosophick wight, “ You follow fashion where 'tis right ! 66 And
mortal seen you yet • Make a neat bow, or walk a minuet? - As much, I tell you, as a spire “ Is more esteem'd for being higher,