I'll give-but not the full-blown rose, Or rose-bud more in fashion; Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose A transitory passion. I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid, 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 : And must in spite of them maintain 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, 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 single brute his fellow leads; Brutes never meet in bloody fray, View him soon after to inferiors He promises with equal air, At court, the porters, lackeys, waiters, |