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- 'Squire (interrupted Dick) since when. Were you amongst these cunning men ?
Dear Dick, quoth Mat. let not thy force Of Eloquence spoil my discourse. I tell thee, this is Alma's cafe, Still asking, wbat some wife, man fays, . Who does his mind in words reveal, Which all must grant; though few can spell. You tell your doctor, that y'are ill : And what does he but write a bill, '', Of which you need not read one letter? The worse the scrawl, the dose the better. .iii For if you knew but what you take; Though you recover, he must break. :
Now, as engag'd in arms or laws, so
Poor Alma, like a lonely deer, ... i
As their example still prevails ; .
He then, quoth Dick, who by your rule.
So, Dick Adept, tuck back thy hair;
When Alma now in diff'rent ages,
Here, Richard, how could I explain."; ... The various lab'rinths of the brain ? Surprise my readers, whilst I tell 'em Of Cerebrum, and Cerebrellum? .. How could I play the commentator , On Dura, and on Pia Mater? Where hot and cold, and dry and wety. Strive each the other's place to get; i And with inceffant toil and strife, Would keep poffeffion during life. I could demonstrate every pore, Where mem'ry lays up all her store"; And to an inch compute the station, 'Twixt judgment, and imagination. O friend! I could display much learning, At least to men of small discerning.. . The brain contains ten thousand cells : In each some active faney dwells ; . Which always is at work, and framing The several follies I was naming, As in a hive's vimineous dome, Ten thousand bees enjoy their home; Each does her studious action yary, To go and come, to fetch and carry : Each Nill renews, her little labour; Nor juftles her assiduous neighbour : , Each-whilst this Thefis I maintain ; I fancy, Dick, I know thy brain. . O with the mighty Them: affected, Could I but see thy head dissected !
My head, quoth Dick, to serve your whim?... Spare that, and take some other limb.
Sir, in your nice affairs of System,
Says Matthew:: Richard, keep thy head; And hold thy peace; and I'll proceed.
Proceed? quoth Dick : Sir, I aver, You have already gone too far. When people once are in the wrong ;. Each line they add, is much too long. Who fastest walks, but walks astray, Is only furthest from his way.' Bless your conceits ! muft I believe, Howe'er absurd, what you conceive : : And, for your friendship, live and die A Papist in philosophy? I say, whatever you maintain ' Of Alma in the heart, or brain; The plainest man alive may tell ye, Her seat of empire is the belly: From hence the fends out those fupplies, Which makes us either ftout or wise : The strength of ev'ry other member, . Is founded on your belly timber : The qualms or raptures of your blood Rise in proportion to your food: And if you would improve your thought, You must be fed, as well as taught. Your stomach makes your fabric roll; Just as the bias rules the bowl. That great Achilles might employ The strength design'd to ruin Trog: . . He din!d on lion's marrow, fpread On toasts of ammunition bread :
But by his mother sent away,
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