THE LOGICIANS REFUTED. LOGICIANS In imitation of Dean Swift. OGICIANS have but ill defined Reason, they say, belongs to man, By ratiocinations specious, Have strove to prove with great precision, With diffinition and division, Homo est ratione preditum ; But for my soul I cannot credit 'em ; Than reason-boasting mortal's pride; Who ever knew an honest brute, Or friend beguile with lies and flattery? No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, THE LOGICIANS REFUTED. They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend, a foe: Nor draw the quill to write for Bob. At court, the porters, lacquies, waiters, And footmen, lords, and dukes can act. AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word, From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, And never followed wicked ways, At church in silks and satins new, She never slumbered in her pew, AN ELEGY ON MRS. MARY BLAIZE. 97 Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The king himself has followed her, When she has walked before. But now her wealth and finery fled, Let us lament, in sorrow sore, That had she lived a twelve month more, AN ELEGY GOOD ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. OOD people all of every sor Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wond'rous short, In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, A kind and gentle heart he had, The naked every day he clad, And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, This dog and man at first were friends; The dog to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. |