HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience. My pride forbids it ever should be said, My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; That I found humour in a pyeball vest, Or ever thought that jumping was a jest. [Takes off his mask Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth? Whilst from below the trap-door Dæmons rise, Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating, "Twas thus that Æsop's stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavill'd at his image in the flood. "The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick 66 "shanks, They never have my gratitude nor thanks; “They're perfectly disgraceful! strike me dead! "But for a head, yes, yes, I have a head. "How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! "My horns!-I'm told horns are the fashion now." Whilst thus he spoke, astonish'd, to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen drew: Hoicks! hark forward! came thund'ring from be hind, He bounds aloft, outstrips the fleeting wind: He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways; Is taught his former folly to deplore ; [Taking a jump through the stage-door. THE LOGICIANS REFUTED. IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT. LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd By ratiocinations specious, Have strove to prove with great precision, With definition and division, Homo est ratione preditum ; But for my soul I cannot credit 'em. That man and all his ways are vain; Than reason, boasting mortals' pride; And that brute beasts are far before 'em, Deus est anima brutorum. Who ever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour prosecute, Or friend beguile with lies and flattery? No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court; They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend, a foe; pay. |