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To close this point, we need not roam
For instances so far from home.
What parts gay France from sober Spain ?
A little rising rocky chain.
Of men born south or north o'th' hill,
Thofe seldom move ;. these ne'er stand still:
Dick, you love maps, and may perceive
Rome not far distant from Geneve.
If the good Pope remains at home,
He's the first prince in Christendom.
Choose then, good Pope, at home to Ray;
Nor westward curious take thy way.
Thy way unhappy fhould'At thou take
From Tyber's bank to Leman-lake ;
Thou art an aged priest no more,
But a young flaring painted whore ;
Thy sex is loft : thy town is gone,
No longer Rome, but Babylon.
That some few leagues should make this change,
To men unlearn'd seems mighty strange.
But need we, friend, in lift on this?:
Since in the very Cantons Swiss,
All your philofophers agree,
And prove it plain, that one may be
A heretic, or true believer,
On this, or other side a river.
Here with an artful smile, quoth Diek;
Your proofs come mighty full, and thick
The bard on this extenfive chapter,
Wound up into poetic rapture,
Continu'd : Richard cast your eye
By night upon a winter sky:
Caft it by day-light on the strand,
Which compaffes fair Albion's land :
If you can count the stars that glow
Above, or sands that lie below;
Into these common places look,
Which from great authors I have took ;
And count the proofs I have collected,
To have my writings well protected.
These I lay by for time of need;
And thou may'st at thy leisure read.
For standing ev'ry critic's rage,
I safely will to future age
My System, as a gift bequeath,
Victorious over spight, and death.
ICHARD, who now was half a.sleep,
Rous'd; nor would longer silence keep: And sense like this, in vocal breath Broke from his twofold hedge of teeth. Now if this phrase too harsh be thoughts Pope, tell the world, 'is not my fault. Old Homer taught us thus to speak; If 'tis not sense, at least 'tis Greek.
As folks, quoth Richard, prone to leaGng, Say things at first, because they're pleasing ; Then prove what they have once asserted; Nor care to have their lie deserted ; 'Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em; And oft repeating, they believe 'em : Or as again those am'rous blades, Who trifle with their mother's maids : Though at the first their wild defire, Was but to quench a prefent fire : Yet if the object of their love Chance by Lucina's aid to prove ; They seldom let the bantling roar In balket, at a nсighbour's door : But by the flate’ring glass of nature, Viewing themselves in Cake-bread's fcature ;
With serious thought and care support,
What only was begun in sport.
Just so with you, my friend, it'fares;
Who deal in philosophic wares ;
Atomes you cut ;- and forms you meafure,
To gratify your private pleasure ;
'Till airy feeds of casual wit
Do some fantastic birth beget :
And pleas'd to find your System mended,
Beyond what you at first intended,
The happy whimsey you pursue :
'Till you at length believe it true.
Caught by your pwn delusive art,
You fancy first, and then assert.
Quoth Matthew : friend, as far as I Through art or nature cast my eye: This axiom clearly I discern, That one must teach, and t'other learn. No fool Pythagoras was thought: Whilft he his weighty doctrines taught; He made his litt'ning scholars stand, Their mouth still cover'd with their hand; Else, may be, some odd-thinking youth, Less friend to doctrine than to truth, Might have refus’d to let his ears Attend the music of the spheres; Deny'd all transmigrating scenes, And introduc'd the use of beans. From great Lucretius takes his void ; And all the world is quite destroy'd. Deny Des•cart his subtle matter ; You leave him neither fire, nor water.
How odly would Sir Isaac look,
If you, in answer to his book,
Say in the front of this discourfe,
That things have no Elastic force ?
How could our Chymic friends go on,
To find the Philosophie ftone ;
If you more pow'rful reasons bring,
To prove, that there is no fueh thing?
Your chiefs in sciences and arts,
Have great contempt of Alma's parts,
They find, she giddy is, or dull;
She doubts, if things are void, or full:
And who should be presum'd to tell,
What the herself should see, or feel ?
She doubts if two and two make four,
'Though the has told them ten times o'er,
It can't-it may be and it muft:
To which of these muft Alma trutt?
Nay further yet they make her go,
In doubting, if the doubts, or no.
Can Syllogism set things right;
No: Majors foon with Minors fight :
Or, both in friendly consoit join’d,
The Consequence limps fast behind.
So to some cunning man she goes,
And asks of him how much the knows.
With patience grave he hears her fpeak;
And from his fhort notes, gives her back
What from her tale he comprehended :
Thus the dispute is wisely ended:
From the account the lofer brings, The conj'ror knows, who stole the things.