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But whither have these gentle ones	A
These rosy nymphs and black eyed nuns	A
With all of Cupid's wild romancing	B
Led by truant brains a dancing	B
Instead of studying tomes scholastic	C
Ecclesiastic or monastic	C
Off I fly careering far	D
In chase of Pollys prettier far	D
Than any of their namesakes are	D
The Polymaths and Polyhistors	A
Polyglots and all their sisters	A
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So have I known a hopeful youth	E
Sit down in quest of lore and truth	E
With tomes sufficient to confound him	F
Like Tohu Bohu heapt around him	F
Mamurra stuck to Theophrastus	A
And Galen tumbling o'er Bombastus	A
When lo while all that's learned and wise	A
Absorbs the boy he lifts his eyes	A
And through the window of his study	G
Beholds some damsel fair and ruddy	G
With eyes as brightly turned upon him as	A
The angel's were on Hieronymus	A
Quick fly the folios widely scattered	H
Old Homer's laureled brow is battered	H
And Sappho headlong sent flies just in	I
The reverend eye of St Augustin	J
Raptured he quits each dozing sage	K
Oh woman for thy lovelier page	K
Sweet book unlike the books of art	L
Whose errors are thy fairest part	L
In whom the dear errata column	M
Is the best page in all the volume	N
But to begin my subject rhyme	O
'Twas just about this devilish time	O
When scarce there happened any frolics	A
That were not done by Diabolics	A
A cold and loveless son of Lucifer	P
Who woman scorned nor saw the use of her	P
A branch of Dagon's family	G
Which Dagon whether He or She	G
Is a dispute that vastly better is	A
Referred to Scaliger et coeteris	A
Finding that in this cage of fools	A
The wisest sots adorn the schools	A
Took it at once his head Satanic in	I
To grow a great scholastic manikin	I
A doctor quite as learned and fine as	A
Scotus John or Tom Aquinas	A
Lully Hales Irrefragabilis	A
Or any doctor of the rabble is	A
In languages the Polyglots	A
Compared to him were Babelsots	A
He chattered more than ever Jew did	Q
Sanhedrim and Priest included	R
Priest and holy Sanhedrim	O
Were one and seventy fools to him	O
But chief the learned demon felt a	S
Zeal so strong for gamma delta	S
That all for Greek and learning's glory	G
He nightly tippled Graeco more	T
And never paid a bill or balance	A
Except upon the Grecian Kalends	A
From whence your scholars when they want tick	C
Say to be Attic's to be on tick	C
In logics he was quite Ho Panu	I
Knew as much as ever man knew	I
He fought the combat syllogistic	C
With so much skill and art eristic	C
That though you were the learned Stagyrite	S
At once upon the hip he had you right	S
In music though he had no ears	A
Except for that amongst the spheres	A
Which most of all as he averred it	S
He dearly loved 'cause no one heard it	S
Yet aptly he at sight could read	S
Each tuneful diagram in Bede	S
And find by Euclid's corollaria	T
The ratios of a jig or aria	T
But as for all your warbling Delias	A
Orpheuses and Saint Cecilias	A
He owned he thought them much surpast	S
By that redoubted Hyaloclast	S
Who still contrived by dint of throttle	U
Where'er he went to crack a bottle	U
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Likewise to show his mighty knowledge he	G
On things unknown in physiology	G
Wrote many a chapter to divert us	A
Like that great little man Albertus	A
Wherein he showed the reason why	V
When children first are heard to cry	V
If boy the baby chance to be	G
He cries O A if girl O E	G
Which are quoth he exceeding fair hints	A
Respecting their first sinful parents	A
Oh Eve exclaimeth little madam	O
While little master cries Oh Adam	O
	-
But 'twas in Optics and Dioptrics	A
Our daemon played his first and top tricks	A
He held that sunshine passes quicker	T
Through wine than any other liquor	T
And though he saw no great objection	I
To steady light and clear reflection	I
He thought the aberrating rays	A
Which play about a bumper's blaze	A
Were by the Doctors looked in common on	I
As a more rare and rich phenomenon	I
He wisely said that the sensorium	O
Is for the eyes a great emporium	O
To which these noted picture stealers	A
Send all they can and meet with dealers	A
In many an optical proceeding	C
The brain he said showed great good breeding	C
For instance when we ogle women	I
A trick which Barbara tutored him in	I
Although the dears are apt to get in a	T
Strange position on the retina	T
Yet instantly the modest brain	I
Doth set them on their legs again	I
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Our doctor thus with stuft sufficiency	A
Of all omnigenous omnisciency	A
Began as who would not begin	I
That had like him so much within	I
To let it out in books of all sorts	A
Folios quartos large and small sorts	A
Poems so very deep and sensible	U
That they were quite incomprehensible	U
Prose which had been at learning's Fair	T
And bought up all the trumpery there	T
The tattered rags of every vest	S
In which the Greeks and Romans drest	S
And o'er her figure swollen and antic	C
Scattered them all with airs so frantic	C
That those who saw what fits she had	S
Declared unhappy Prose was mad	S
Epics he wrote and scores of rebuses	A
All as neat as old Turnebus's	A
Eggs and altars cyclopaedias	A
Grammars prayer books oh 'twere tedious	A
Did I but tell thee half to follow me	A
Not the scribbling bard of Ptolemy	A
No nor the hoary Trismegistus	A
Whose writings all thank heaven have missed us	A
E'er filled with lumber such a wareroom	A
As this great porcus literarum	A

Thomas Moore

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