And that brute beasts are far before 'em, Deus est anima brutorum. Who ever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour prosecute; Bring action for assault and battery, They eat their meals, and take their sport, They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend a foe; Nor ever cringe to men in place; ; Nor draw the quill to write for Bob ; No single brute his fellow leads; Brutes never meet in bloody fray, View him soon after to inferiors He promises with equal air, At court, the porters, lackeys, waiters, A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, That he should be, like Cupid, blind, A NEW SIMILE, IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT. LONG had I sought in vain to find Imprimis, pray observe his hat, With wit that's flighty, learning light; In the next place, his feet peruse, Wings grow again from both his shoes; Design'd, no doubt, their part to bear, And waft his godship through the air; And here my simile unites, For, in a modern poet's flights, I'm sure it may be justly said, His feet are useful as his head. Lastly, vouchsafe t'observe his hand, Fill'd with a snake-incircled wand; By classic authors term'd caduceus, And highly fam'd for several uses: To wit-most wond'rously endu❜d, No poppy water half so good; |