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 every critic's rage, I safely will to future age
My System, as a gift, bequeath, Victorious over spite and death.'
RICHARD, who now was half asleep, 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 thought, Pope, tell the world 'tis not my fault; Old Homer taught us thus to speak: If 'tis not sense, at least 'tis Greek.
'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 them, And, oft repeating, they believe them; 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 seldom let the bantling roar In basket at a neighbour's door, But by the flattering glass of Nature Viewing themselves in Cakebread's feature, 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;
Atoms 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 t' other learn. No fool Pythagoras was thought; Whilst he his weighty doctrines taught, He made his listening 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, Denied 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 Descartes his subtile 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
That things have no elastic force? How could our chymic friends go on To find the philosophic stone, If you more powerful reasons bring To prove that there is no such 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 she herself should see or feel? She doubts if two and two make four, Though she has told them ten times o'er. It can't-it may be-and it must; To which of these must Alma trust? Nay, further yet they make her go, In doubting if she doubts or no. Can syllogism 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 you're 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; For if you knew but what you take, Though you recover, he must break. "Ideas, forms, and intellects, Have furnish'd out three different sects. Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
'Now as, engag'd in arms or laws, You must have friends to back your cause, In philosophic matters so
Your judgment must with others go: For as in senates so in schools,
Majority of voices rules.
'Poor Alma, like a lonely deer, O'er hills and dales does doubtful err: With panting haste and quick surprise, From every leaf that stirs she flies, Till mingled with the neighbouring herd, She slights what erst she singly fear'd, And now exempt from doubt and dread, She dares pursue if they dare lead;
As their example still prevails,
She tempts the stream, or leaps the pales.' 'He, then, (quoth Dick) who by your rule Thinks for himself, becomes a fool; As party-man who leaves the rest, Is call'd but whimsical* at best. Now, by your favour, Master Mat, Like Ralpho, here I smell a rat. I must be listed in your sect,
Who, though they teach not, can protect.' Right, Richard, (Mat in triumph cried) So put off all mistrust and pride; And while my principles I beg, Pray answer only with your leg. Believe what friendly I advise; Be first secure, and then be wise. The man within the coach that sits, And to another's skill submits, Is safer much (whate'er arrives) And warmer too, than he that drives. 'So, Dick adept, tuck back thy hair, And I will pour into thy ear
Remarks, which none did e'er disclose In smooth-pac'd verse, or hobbling prose. Attend, dear Dick, but dont reply, And thou may'st prove as wise as I. 'When Alma now in different ages Has finish'd her ascending stages, Into the head at length she gets, And there in public grandeur sits, To judge of things, and censure wits.
Some of the Tories in the reign of Queen Anne were distin
guished by that appellation.
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