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And sprinkled in the captain's face
The marks of her peculiar grace -
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,
Those feldom move, these ne'er ftand still.
Dick, you love maps, and may perceive
Rome not far diftant from Geneve.
If the good Pope remains at home,
He's the first prince in Chriftendom.
Choose then, good Pope, at home to stay,
Nor westward curious take thy way :
Thy way unhappy should’lt 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, insist on this?
Since, in the very Cantons Swiss,
All your philosophers agree,
And prove it plain, that one may be
A heretic, or true believer,
On this, or t’other side a river.
Here, with an artful smile, quoth Dick,
Your proofs come mighty full and thick
The bard, on this extensive chapter
Wound up into poetic rapture,
Continued : Richard, cast your eye
By night upon a winter-sky:
Calt it by day-light on the strand,
Which compasses fair Albion's land :
If you can count the stars that glow
Above, or sands that lie below,
Into those 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 every critic's rage,
I safely will to future age
My Sysiem, as a gift, bequeath,
Victorious over spight and death.
ICHARD, who now was half asleep,
Rous’d, nor would longer filence keep;
And sense like this, in vocal breath,
Broke from his two-fold hedge of teeth.
Now, if this phrase too harsh be thought,
Pope, tell the world, 'tis not my fault.
Old Homer taught us thus to speak;
' If 'tis not sense, at least ’tis Greek.
their lieve once a phealing
As folks, quoth Richard, prone to leasing,
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 amorous blades,
Who trifle with their mothers' maids,
Though at the first their wild desire
Was but to quench a present fire ;'
Yet if the object of their love
Chance by Lucina's aid to prove,
They feldom let the bantling roar
In basket at a neighbour's door ;
But, by the flattering glass of nature
Viewing themselves in cake-bread's featurėjo
With serious thought and care support
What only was begun in sport :
Just so with you, my friend, it fares,
Who deal in philofophic wares.
Atoins you cut, and forms you measure,
To gratify your private pleasure ; .
Till airy seeds 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 own 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 tother learn.
No fool Pythagoras was thought ;
Whilst he his weighty doctrines taught,
He made his liftening scholars ftand,
Their mouth still cover'd with their hand:
Else, may be, fome 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 take his void,
And all the world is quite destroy'd.
Deny Des-cart his fubtil matter,
You leave him neither fire nor water,
How oddly would. Sir Isaac look,
If you, in answer to his book,
Say in the front of your discourse,
That things have no elastic force!
How could our chemic friends go on, .
To find the philofophic stone,
If you more powerful reafons bring,
To prove that there is no such thing?
Your chiefs in sciences and arts
Have great contempt of Alma's parts.
They find the giddy is, or dull ;
She doubts if things are void, or full:
And who should be prefum'd to tell
What she herself should see, or feel?
She doubts if two and two make four, i.
Though she has told them ten times o’er.
In can't-it may be--and it must :
To which of these must Alma truft?
Nay further yet they make her go
In doubting, if she doubts, or no,
Can fyllogifm set things right?
No: majors soon with minors fight;
Or, both in friendly consort join’d,
The consequence limps false behind.
So to some cunning man she goes, . .'
And asks of him, how much she knows.
With patience grave he hears her speak,
And from his short notes gives her back
What from her tale he comprehended :
Thus the dispute is wisely ended..
From the account the loser brings,
The Conjuror knows who stole the things.
'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 case,
Still asking what some wise man says,
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 ?