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The scholars of the Stagyrite,
Nor matters it, that you can show,
Now we should hold them much to blame, If they went back, before they came.
If therefore, as we must suppose, They came from fingers, and from toes; Or toes, or fingers, in this case, Of Num-scull's self shou'd take the place. Disputing fair, you grant thus much, That all sensation is but touch, Dip but your toes into cold water, Their correspondent teeth will chatter; And strike the bottom of your feet; You set your head into a heat. The bully beat, and happy lover Confess, that feeling lies all over.
Note here, Lucretius dares to teach
A man first builds a country seat;
But no man süre e'er left his house,
That ano man lu with though
To bring a midwife to his spouse,
This looks, friend Dick, as nature had
Next, Dick, if Chance herself shou'd varyi Observe, how matters would miscarry: Across your eyes, friend, place your shoes ; Your spectacles upon your toes; Then you and Memmius shall agree, How nicely men would walk or see.
But wisdom; peevish and cross-grain'd, Must be oppos’d, to be sustain'd. And still your knowledge will increafey As you make other people's less. In arms and science 'tis the same: Our rivals hurts create our fame. At Faubert's if disputes arise Among the champions for the prize; To prove, who gave the fairer butt, John thews the chalk on Robert's coat. So, for the honour of your book, It tells, where other folks miftook: And, as their notions you confound, .' Those you invent get farther ground.
The commentators on old Ari. ' stotle ('tis urg'd) in judgment vary: They to their own conceits have brought The image of his general thought. Just as the melancholic eye Sees fleets and armies in the sky; . And to the poor apprentice ear. The bells found Whittington Lord May?r. The conj'rer thus explains his scheme : Thus fpirits walk, and prophets dream; North-Britons thus have Second fight; And Germans free from gunshot fight...
Theodoret, and Origen, And fifty other learned men Attest, that if their comments find The traces of their master's mind; Alma can ne'er decay nor die : This flatly r'other sect deny, Simplicius, Theophraft, Durand;. Great names, but hard in verse to stand, They wonder men should have mistook The Tenets of their master's book; And hold, that Alma yields her breath, O’ercome by age, and seiz'd by death. How which were wise? and which were fools? Poor Alma fits between two stools : The more she reads, the more perplext; The comment ruining the text : How fears, now hopes her doubtful fate : But Richard, let her look to that Whilst we our own affairs pursue. These diff'rent Systems, old or new, A man with half an eye may fee, Were only form’d to disagree. How to bring things to fair conclusion, And save much Christian ink's effusion; Let me propose an healing scheme, And sail along the middle stream: For, Dick, if we could reconcile
Old Aristotle with Gafsendus; How many would admire our toil ?
And yet how few would apprehend us ?
Herè, Richard, let my scheme commence, Oh! may my words be lost in sense ;