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; For let folks only get a touch, Though ne'er so much awake before, With this he drives men's souls to hell. His wand's a modern author's pen; Denote the rage with which he writes, An equal semblance still to keep, Alike too both conduce to sleep. This diff'rence only, as the god With his goose-quill the scribbling elf Instead of others damns himself. And here my simile almost tript, Yet grant a word by way of postscript. Moreover, Merc'ry had a failing: Well! what of that? out with it-stealing; In which all modern bards agree, Shall lend my simile assistance. Our modern bards! why what a pox Are they but senseless stones and blocks? I AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. GOOD people all, of ev'ry sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, The naked ev'ry day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain his private ends, Around from all the neighb'ring streets And swore the dog had lost his wits, The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To ev'ry christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That shew'd the rogues they ly'd: The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that dy'd. |