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And that this boasted lord of nature
Is both a weak and erring creature;
That instinct is a surer guide
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?
O'er plains they ramble unconfin'd;
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;
They never importune his grace,
Nor ever cringe to men in place;
Nor undertake a dirty job,
Nor draw the quill to write for Bob;
Fraught with invective they ne'er go
To folks at Pater-noster row.
No judges, fiddlers, dancing-masters,
No pick-pockets, or poetasters,
No single brute his fellow leads.
View him soon after to inferiors
Aping the conduct of superiors:
He promises with equal air,
And to perform takes equal care.
He in his turn finds imitators;
At court, the porters, lackeys, waiters, Their masters' manners still contract,
And footmen, lords and dukes can act, Thus at the court, both great and small, Behave alike, for all ape all.
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,
A NEW SIMILE,
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT.
LONG had I sought in vain to find
But let us not proceed too furious,
First please to turn to God Mercurius;
You'll find him pictur'd at full length
In book the second, page the terth:
And now proceed we to our simile.