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; Bring action for assault and battery, 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; Nor ever cringe to men in place; Nor draw the quill to write for Bob; No judges, fidlers, dancing masters, Brutes never meet in bloody fray, View him soon after to inferiors He promises with equal air, And to perform takes equal care. At court, the porters, lackeys, waiters, ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind, To save him from Narcissus' fate. A NEW SIMILE, IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT. LONG had I sought in vain to find In book the second, page the tenth: |