Alma; Or, The Progress Of The Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Richard who now was half asleep	A
Roused nor would longer silence keep	A
And sense like this in vocal breath	B
Broke from his twofold hedge of teeth	C
Now if this phrase too harsh be thought	D
Pope tell the world 'tis not my fault	E
Old Homer taught us thus to speak	F
If 'tis not sense at least 'tis Greek	F
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As folks quoth Richard prone to leasing	G
Say things at first because they're pleasing	G
Then prove what they have once asserted	H
Nor care to have their lie deserted	I
Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em	J
And oft repeating they believe 'em	J
Or as again those amorous blades	K
Who trifle with their mother's maids	K
Though at the first their wild desire	L
Was but to quench a present fire	L
Yet if the object of their love	M
Chance by Lucina's aid to prove	N
They seldom let the bantling roar	O
In basket at a neighbour's door	O
But by the flattering glass of Nature	L
Viewing themselves in Cakebread's feature	L
With serious thought and care support	P
What only was begun in sport	P
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Just so with you my friend it fares	Q
Who deal in philosophic wares	Q
Atoms you cut and forms you measure	L
To gratify your private pleasure	L
Till airy seeds of casual wit	R
Do some fantastic birth beget	S
And pleased to find your system mended	I
Beyond what you at first intended	H
The happy whimsey you pursue	T
Till you at length believe it true	T
Caught by your own delusive art	U
You fancy first and then assert	V
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Quoth Matthew Friend as far as I	W
Through art or nature cast my eye	W
This axiom clearly I discern	X
That one must teach and t'other learn	X
No fool Pythagoras was thought	D
Whilst he his weighty doctrines taught	D
He made his listening scholars stand	Y
Their mouth still cove'd with their hand	Y
Else may be some odd thinking youth	Z
Less friend to doctrine than to truth	Z
Might have refused to let his ears	A2
Attend the music of the spheres	A2
Denied all transmigrating scenes	B2
And introduced the use of beans	B2
From great Lucretius take his void	C2
And all the world is quite destroy'd	C2
Deny Descart his subtle matter	L
You leave him neither fire nor water	L
How oddly would Sir Isaac look	D2
If you in answer to his book	D2
Say in the front of your discourse	E2
That things have no elastic force	E2
How could our chymic friends go on	F2
To find the philosophic stone	G2
If you more powerful reasons bring	G
To prove that there is no such thing	G
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Your chiefs in sciences and arts	H2
Have great contempt of Alma's parts	H2
They find she giddy is or dull	I2
She doubts if things are void or full	J2
And who should be presumed to tell	K2
What she herself should see or feel	L2
She doubts if two and two make four	O
Though she has told them twelve times o'er	L
It can't it may be and it must	M2
To which of these must Alma trust	M2
Nay further yet they make her go	N2
In doubting if she doubts or no	N2
Can syllogism set things right	O2
No majors soon with minors fight	O2
Or both in friendly consort join'd	P2
The consequence limps false behind	Q2
So to some cunning man she goes	R2
And asks of him how much she knows	R2
With patience grave he hears her speak	F
And from his short notes gives her back	S2
What from her tale he comprehended	I
Thus the dispute is wisely ended	H
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From the account the loser brings	T2
The conjurer knows who stole the things	T2
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'Squire interrupted Dick since when	U2
Of eloquence spoil my discourse	E2
I tell thee this is Alma's case	V2
Still asking what some wise man says	W2
Who does his mind in words reveal	L2
Which all must grant though few can spell	K2
You tell your doctor that ye're ill	X2
And what does he but write a bill	X2
Of which you need not read one letter	L
The worse the scrawl the dose the better	L
For if you know but what you take	Y2
Though you recover he must break	Y2
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Ideas farms and intellects	Z2
Have furnish'd out three different sects	Z2
Substance or accident divides	A3
All Europe into adverse sides	A3
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Now as engaged in arms or laws	B3
You must have friends to back your cause	C3
In philosophic matters so	N2
Your judgement must with others go	N2
For as in senates so in schools	D3
Majority of voices rules	D3
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Poor Alma like a lonely deer	E3
O'er hills and dales doth doubtful err	F3
With panting haste and quick surprise	G3
From every leaf that stirs she flies	G3
Till mingled with the neighbouring herd	H3
She slights what erst she singly fear'd	I3
And now exempt from doubt and dread	J3
She dares pursue if they dare lead	J3
As their example still prevails	K3
She tempts the stream or leaps the pales	K3
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He then quoth Dick who by your rule	L3
Thinks for himself becomes a fool	L3
As party man who leaves the rest	M3
Is call'd but whimsical at best	M3
Now by your favour Master Matt	N3
Like Ralpho here I smell a rat	N3
I must be listed in your sect	O3
Who though they teach not can protect	O3
Right Richard Matt in triumph cried	P3
So put off all mistrust and pride	P3
And while my principles I beg	Q3
Pray answer only with your leg	Q3
Believe what friendly I advise	G3
Be first secure and then be wise	G3
The man within the coach that sits	R3
And to another's skill submits	R3
Is safer much whate'er arrives	S3
And warmer too than he that drives	S3
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So Dick adept tuck back thy hair	F3
And I will pour into thy ear	T3
Remarks which none did e'er disclose	R2
In smooth paced verse or hobbling prose	R2
Attend dear Dick but don't reply	W
And thou mayst prove as well as I	W
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When Alma now in different ages	U3
Has finish'd her ascending stages	U3
Into the head at length she gets	V3
And there in public grandeur sits	R3
To judge of things and censure wits	R3
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Here Richard how could I explain	W3
The various labyrinths of the brain	W3
Surprise my readers whilst I tell 'em	J
Of cerebrum and cerebellum	J
How could I play the commentator	L
Where hot and cold and dry and wet	S
Strive each the other's place to get	S
And with incessant toil and strife	X3
Would keep possession during life	X3
I could demonstrate every pore	O
Where Memory lays up all her store	O
And to an inch compute the station	Y3
'Twixt judgement and imagination	Y3
O Friend I could display much learning	G
At least to men of small discerning	G
The brain contains ten thousand cells	Z3
In each some active fancy dwells	Z3
Which always is at work and framing	G
The several follies I was naming	G
As in a hive's vimineous dome	J
Each does her studious action vary	A4
To go and come to fetch and carry	A4
Each still renews her little labour	B4
Nor jostles her assiduous neighbour	B4
Each Whilst this thesis I maintain	W3
I fancy Dick I know thy brain	W3
O with the mighty theme affected	H
Could I but see thy head dissected	H
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My head quoth Dick to serve your whim	J
Spare that and take some other limb	J
Sir in your nice affairs of system	J
Wise men propose but fools assist 'em	J
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Says Matthew Richard keep thy head	J3
And hold thy peace and I'll proceed	C4
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Proceed quoth Dick I do aver	B4
You have already gone too far	B4
When people once are in the wrong	D4
Each line they add is much too long	D4
Who safest walks but walks astray	B4
Is only furthest from his way	B4
Bless your conceits must I believe	E4
Howe'er absurd what you conceive	E4
And for your friendship live and die	W
A Papist in philosophy	A4
I say whatever you maintain	W3
Of Alma in the heart or brain	W3
The plainest man alive may tell ye	A4
Her seat of empire is th belly	A4
From hence she sends out those supplies	G3
Which make us either stout or wise	G3
The strength of every other member	B4
Is founded on your belly timber	B4
The qualms or raptures of your blood	H
Rise in proportion to your food	F4
And if your would improve your thought	D
You must be fed as well as taught	D
You stomach makes your fabric roll	G4
Just as the bias rules the bowl	G4
That great Achilles might employ	H4
The strength design'd to ruin Troy	H4
He dined on lion's marrow spread	J3
On toasts of ammunition bread	J3
But by his mother sent away	B4
Among the Thracian girls to play	B4
Effeminate he sate and quiet	I4
Strange product of a cheesecake diet	I4
Now give my argument fair play	B4
And take the thing the other way	B4
The youngster who at nine and three	A4
Drinks with his sisters milk and tea	A4
From breakfast reads till twelve o'clock	J4
Burnet and Heylin Hobbes and Locke	J4
He pays due visits after noon	K4
To Cousin Alive and Uncle John	F2
At ten from coffeehouse or play	B4
Returning fishes of the day	B4
But give him port and potent sack	S2
From milksop he starts up Mohach	L4
Holds that the happy know no hours	M4
So through the street at midnight scours	M4
Breaks watchmen's heads and chairmen's glasses	U3
And thence proceeds to nicking sashes	N4
Till by some tougher hand o'ercome	J
And first knock'd down and then led home	J
He damns the footman strikes the maid	O4
And decently reels up to bed	J3
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Observe the various operations	P4
Of food and drink in several nations	P4
Was ever Tartar fierce or cruel	I2
Upon the strength of watergruel	I2
But who shall stand his rage and force	E2
If first he rides then eats his horse	E2
Sallads and eggs and lighter fare	B4
Tune the Italian spark's guitar	B4
And if I take Don Congreve right	O2
Pudding and beef made Britons fight	O2
Tokay and coffee cause this work	Q4
Between the German and the Turk	Q4
And both as they provisions want	R4
Chicane avoid retire and faint	S4
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Hunger and thirst or guns and swords	T4
Give the same death in different words	U4
To push this argument no further	B4
To starve a man in law is murther	B4
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As in a watch's fine machine	V4
Though many artful springs are seen	V4
The added movements which declare	B4
How full the moon how old the year	B4
Derive their secondary power	B4
From that which simply points the hour	B4
For though those gimcracks were away	B4
Quare would not swear but Quare would say	B4
However more reduced and plain	W3
The watch would still a watch remain	W3
But if the horal orbit ceases	N4
The whole stands still or breaks to pieces	U3
Is now no longer what it was	C3
And you may e'en go sell the case	V2
So if unprejudiced you scan	W4
The goings of this clockwork Man	W4
You find a hundred movements made	O4
By fine devices in his head	J3
But 'tis the stomach's solid stroke	X4
That tells his being what's o'clock	J4
If you take off his rhetoric trigger	B4
He talks no more in mood and figure	B4
Or clog his mathematic wheel	I2
His buildings fall his ship stands still	I2
Or lastly break his politic weight	Y4
His voice no longer rules the state	Y4
Yet if these finer whims were gone	Z4
Your clock though plain would still go on	F2
But spoil the engine of digestion	Y3
And you entirely change the question	Y3
Alma's affairs no power can mend
The jest alas is at an end
Soon cease all this worldly bustle	I2
And you consign the corpse to Russel	I2
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Now make your Alma come or go	N2
From leg to hand from top to toe	N2
Your system without my addition	Y3
Is in a very sad condition	Y3
So Harlequin extoll'd his horse	E2
Fit for the war or road or course	E2
His mouth was soft his eye was good
His foot was sure as ever trod
One fault he had a fault indeed	C4
And what was that the horse was dead	J3
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Dick from these instances and fetches	N4
Thou mak'st of horses clocks and watches	U3
Quoth Matt to me thou seem'st to mean	V4
That Alma is a mere machine	V4
That telling others what's o'clock	J4
She knows not what herself has struck
But leaves to standers by the trial	I2
Of what is mark'd upon her dial	I2
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Here hold a blow good Friend quoth Dick
And raised his voice exceeding quick
Fight fair Sir what I never meant
Don't you infer In argument
Similes are like songs in love	M
They much describe they nothing prove	N
Matt who was here a little gravell'd
Toss'd up his nose and would have cavill'd
But calling Hermes to his aid
Half pleased half angry thus he said
Where mind 'tis for the author's fame	J
That Matthew call'd and Hermes came	J
In danger heroes and in doubt
Poets find gods to help them out
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Friend Richard I begin to see	A4
That you and I can scarce agree	A4
Observe how oddly you behave
The more I grant the more you crave
But comrade as I said just now
I should affirm and you allow
We system makers can sustain	W3
The thesis which you grant was plain	W3
And with remarks and comments teaze ye	A4
In case the thing before was easy	A4
But in a point obscure and dark
We fight as Leibnitz did with Clarke
And when no reason we can show	N2
Why matters this or that way go	N2
The shortest way the thing we try	B4
And what we know not we deny	B4
True to our own o'erbearing pride
And false to all the world beside
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That old philosopher grew cross
Who could not tell what motion was	C3
Because he walk'd against his will	I2
He faced men down that he stood still	I2
And he who reading on the heart
When all his quodlibets of art
Could not expound its pulse and heat
Swore he had never felt it beat
Chrysippus foil'd by Epicurus	C3
Makes bold Jove bless him to assure us	C3
That all things which our mind can view	T
May be at once both false and true	T
And Malbranche has an odd conceit
As ever enter'd Frenchman's pate
Says he So little can our mind
Of matter or of spirit find
That we by guess at least may gather	B4
Something which may be both or neither	B4
Faith Dick I must conceive 'tis true	T
But this is only entre nous	C3
That many knotty points there are	B4
Which all discuss but few can clear	B4
As Nature slily had thought fit
For some by ends to cross bite wit
Circles to square and cubes to double	I2
Would give a man excessive trouble	I2
The longitude uncertain roams	C3
In spite of Wh n and his bombs	C3
What System Dick has right averr'd
The cause why woman has no beard
Or why as years our frame attack	S2
Our hair grows white our teeth grow black	S2
In points like these we must agree	A4
Our barber knows as well as we	A4
Yet still unable to explain	W3
We must persist the best we can	W4
With care our systems still renew	T
And prove things likely though not true	T
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I could thou seest in quaint dispute
By dint of logic strike thee mute
With learned skill now push now parry	A4
From Darii to Bocardo vary	A4
And never yield or what is worst
Never conclude the point discoursed
Yet that you hic et nunc may know	N2
How much you to my candour owe	N2
I'll from the disputant descend
To show thee I assume the friend
I'll take thy notion for my own	G2
So most philosophers have down
It makes my system more complete
Dick can it have a nobler fate
Take what thou wilt said Dick dear Friend
But bring thy matters to an end
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I find quoth Matt reproof is vain	W3
Who first offend will first complain	W3
Thou wishest I should make to shore	B4
Yet still putt'st in thy thwarting oar	B4
What I have told thee fifty times	C3
In prose receive for once in rhymes	C3
A huge fat man in country fair	B4
Or city church no matter where	B4
Labour'd and push'd amidst the crowd
Still bawling out extremely loud
Lord save us why do people press	C3
Another marking his distress	C3
Friendly replied Plump gentleman	Y3
Get out as fast as e'er you can	W4
Or cease to push or to exclaim	J
You make the very crowd you blame	J
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Says Dick Your moral does not need
The least return so e'en proceed
Your tale howe'er applied was short
So far at least I thank you for't
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Matt took his thanks and in a tone	G2
More magisterial thus went on	F2
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Now Alma settles in the head
As has before been sung or said
And here begins this farce of life	X3
Enter Revenge Ambition Strife	X3
Behold on both sides men advance	C3
To form in earnest Bays's dance	C3
L'Avre not using half his store	B4
Still grumbles that he has no more	B4
Strikes not the present tun for fear	B4
The vintage should be bad next year	B4
And eats to day with inward sorrow	N2
And dread of fancied want to morrow	N2
Abroad if the surtout you wear	B4
Repels the rigour of the air	B4
Would you be warmer if at home	J
You had the fabric and the loom	J
And if two boots keep out the weather	B4
What need you have two hides of leather	B4
Could Pedro think you make no trial	I2
Of a sonata on his viol	I2
Unless he had the total gut
Whence every string at first was cut
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When Rarus shows you his Cartone	F2
He always tells you with a groan	F2
Where two of that same hand were torn	F2
Long before you or he were born	F2
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Poor Vento's mind so much is cross'd
For part of his Petronius lost
That he can never take the pains	C3
To understand what yet remains	C3
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What toil did honest Curio take	Y2
What strict inquiries did he make	Y2
To get one medal wanting yet
And perfect all his Roman set
'Tis found and O his happy lot
'Tis bought lock'd up and lies forgot
Of these no more you hear him speak	F
He now begins upon the Greek	F
These ranged and show'd shall in their turns	C3
Remain obscure as in their urns	C3
My copper lamps at any rate
For being true antique I bought
Yet wisely melted down my plate
On modern models to be wrought
And trifles I alike pursue	C3
Because they're old because they're new	C3
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Dick I have seen you with delight
For Georgy makes a paper kite
And simple odes too many show ye
My servile complaisance to Cloe	I2
Parents and lovers are decreed
By Nature fools That's brave indeed
Quoth Dick such truths are worth receiving	G
Yet still Dick look'd as not believing	G
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Now Alma to divines and prose	C3
I leave thy frauds and crimes and woes	C3
Nor think to night of thy ill nature	B4
But of thy follies idle creature	B4
The turns of thy uncertain wing	G
And not the malice of thy sting	G
Thy pride of being great and wise	C3
I do but mention to despise	C3
I view with anger and disdain	F2
How little gives thee joy or pain	F2
A print a bronze a flower a root
A shell a butterfly can do't
Ev'n a romance a tune a rhyme	J
Help thee to pass the tedious time	J
Which else would on thy hand remain	F2
Though flown it ne'er looks back again	F2
And cards are dealt and chess boards brought
To ease the pain of coward thought
Happy result of human wit
That Alma may herself forget
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Dick thus we act and thus we are	B4
Or toss'd by hope or sunk by care	B4
With endless pain this man pursues	C3
What if he gain'd he could not use	C3
And th' other fondly hopes to see
What never was nor e'er shall be
We err by use go wrong by rules	C3
In gesture grave in action fools	C3
We join hypocrisy to pride
Doubling the faults we strive to hide
Or grant that with extreme surprise	C3
We find ourselves at sixty wise	C3
And twenty pretty things are known	F2
Of which we can't accomplish one	F2
Whilst as my System says the Mind
Is to these upper rooms confined
Should I my Friend at large repeat
Her borrow'd sense her fond conceit
The bede roll of her vicious tricks	C3
My Poem would be too prolix	C3
For could I my remarks sustain	F2
Like Socrates or Miles Montaigne	F2
Who in these times would read my books	C3
But Tom o' Stiles or John o' Nokes	C3
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At Brentford kings discreet and wise	C3
After long thought and grave advice	C3
Into Lardella's coffin peeping	G
Saw nought to cause their mirth or weeping	G
So Alma now to joy or grief
Superior finds her late relief
Wearied of being high or great
And nodding in her chair of state
Stunn'd and worn out with endless chat
Of Will did this and Nan said that
She finds poor thing some little crack	S2
Which Nature forced by time must make	Y2
Through which she wings her destined way	B4
Upward she soars and down drops clay	B4
While some surviving friend supplies	C3
Hic jacet and a hundred lies	C3
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O Richard till that day appears	C3
Which must decide our hopes and fears	C3
Would Fortune calm her present rage
And give us playthings for our age
Would Clotho wash her hands in milk
And twist our thread with gold and silk
Would she in friendship peace and plenty
Spin out our years to four times twenty
And should we both in this condition	F2
Have conquer'd love and worse ambition	F2
Else those two passions by the way	B4
May chance to show us scurvy play	B4
Then Richard then should we sit down	F2
Far from the tumult of this town	F2
I fond of my well chosen seat
My pictures medals books complete
Or should we mix our friendly talk
O'ershadow'd in that favourite walk
Which thy own hand had whilom planted
Both pleased with all we thought we wanted
Yet then even then one cross reflection	F2
Would spoil thy grove and my recollection	F2
Thy son and his e'er that may die
And time some uncouth heir supply
Who shall for nothing else be known	F2
But spoiling all that thou hast done	F2
Who set the twigs shall he remember	B4
That is in haste to fell the timber	B4
And what shall of thy woods remain	F2
Except the box that threw the main	F2
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Nay may not time and death remove	N
The near relations whom I love	M
And my Coz Tom or his Coz Mary
Who hold the plough or skim the dairy
My favourite books and pictures sell	I2
To Smart or Doiley by the ell	I2
Kindly throw in a little figure	B4
And set their price upon the bigger	B4
Those who could never read their grammar	B4
When my dear volumes touch the hammer	B4
May think books best as richest bound
My copper medals by the pound
May be with learned justice weigh'd
To turn the balance Otho's head
May be thrown in and for the mettle	I2
The coin may mend a tinker's kettle	I2
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Tired with these thoughts Less tired than I
Quoth Dick with your philosophy
That people live and die I knew	F2
An hour ago as well as you	F2
And if Fate spins us longer years	C3
Or is in haste to take the shears	C3
I know we must both fortunes try
And bear our evils wet or dry
Yet let the goddess smile or frown	F2
Bread we shall eat or white or brown	F2
And in a cottage or a court
Drink fine Champaigne or muddled Port
What need of books these truths to tell	I2
Which folks perceive who cannot spell	I2
And must we spectacles apply
To view what hurts our naked eye
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Sir if it be your wisdom's aim	J
To make me merrier than I am	J
I'll be all night at your devotion	F2
Come on Friend broach the pleasing notion	F2
But if you would depress my thought
Your System is not worth a groat
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For Plato's fancies what care I
I hope you would not have me die
Like simple Cato in the play	B4
For any thing that he can say	B4
E'en let him of ideas speak	F
To Heathens in his native Greek	F
If to be sad is to be wise	C3
I do most heartily despise	C3
Whatever Socrates has said
Or Tully writ or Wanley read
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Dear Drift to set our matters right
Remove these papers from my sight
Burn Matt's Descart and Aristotle	I2
Here Jonathan your master's bottle	I2

Matthew Prior

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