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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,
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 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,
Nor cut each other's throats for pay.
Of beast, it is confess'd, the ape
Comes nearest us in human shape;
Like man, he imitates each fashion,
And malice is his ruling passion :
A courtier any ape surpasses.
Behold him humbly cringing wait
View him soon after to inferiors
Aping the conduct of superiors:
He in his turn finds imitators;
And footmen, lords and dukes can act, Thus at the court, both great and small, Behave alike, for all ape
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH
STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.
IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH.
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.
A NEW SIMILE,
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT.
LONG had I sought in vain to find
First please to turn to God Mercurius;
You'll find him pictur'd at full length
In book the second, page the tenth:
And now proceed we to our simile.