And, if you would improve your thought,
You must be fed, as well as taught.
Your ftomach makes your fabric roll;
Juft as the bias rules the bowl.
That great Achilles might employ
The ftrength defign'd to ruin Troy;
He din'd on lion's marrow, fpread
On toasts of ammunition-bread :
But by his mother sent away,
Amongst the Thracian girls to play,
Effeminate he fat, and quiet:.
Strange product of a cheese-cake diet!!

Now give my argument fair play;
And take the thing the other way:
The youngster, who at nine and three
Drinks with his fifters milk and tea,
From breakfast reads till twelve o'clock,
Burnet and Heylin, Hobbes and Locke;
He pays due vifits after noon

To coufin Alice, and uncle John;
At ten, from coffee-houfe or play
Returning, finishes the day.

But give him port, and potent fack;
From Milk-fop he starts up Mohack:
Holds that the happy know no hours;
So thro' the street at midnight scow'rs::
Breaks watchmen's heads and chairmen's glaffes
And thence proceeds to nicking falhes:
Till by fome tougher hand o'ercome,

And first knock'd down, and then led home;;

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He damns the footman, ftrikes the maid,
And decently reels up to bed.

Obferve the various operations

Of food and drink in feveral nations.
Was ever Tartar fierce or cruel

Upon the ftrength of water-gruel ?
But who shall stand his rage and force,
If first he rides, then eats his horfe?
Sallads, and eggs, and lighter fare,
Tune the Italian fpark's guitar.
And, if I take Dan Congreve right,
Pudding and beef make Britons fight.
Tokay and coffee caufe this work
Between the German and the Turk:
And both, as they provifions want,
Chicane, avoid, retire, and faint.

Hunger and thirft, or guns and fwords
Give the fame death in diff'rent words.
To push this argument no further;
To ftarve a man, in law, is murder.
As in a Watch's fine machine,
Tho' many artful springs are seen;
The added movements which declare
How full the moon, how old the year,
Derive their fecondary pow'r

From that which fimply points the hour,
For, tho' thofe gim-cracks were away

(Quare would not swear; but Quare would fay)
However more reduc'd and plain,

The watch would still a watch remain :

But

But if the Horal orbite ceases,

The whole stands still, or breaks to pieces;

Is now no longer what it was;

And you may e'en go fell the cafe:
So if, unprejudic'd you scan

The goings of this clock-work, Man;
You find a hundred movements made
By fine devices in his head :

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But 'tis the ftomach's folid ftroke,
That tells his being what's o'clock.
If you take off his Rhet'ric trigger,
He talks no more in mode and figure:
Or clog his Mathematic-wheel;
His buildings fall; his fhips ftand still.
Or laftly, break his Politic-weight;
His voice no longer rules the state.
Yet if these finer whims were gone;
Your clock, tho' plain, would ftill go on:
And spoil the engine of digeftion,"
And you entirely change the question.
Alma's affairs no pow'r can mend ;
The jeft, alas is at an end;
Soon cenfes all this worldly bustle;
And you confign the corpfe to Ruffel.
Now make your Alma come or go
From leg to hand, from top to toe;
Your system, without my addition,
Is in a very fad condition.

So Harlequin extoll'd his horse,

Fit for the war of road, or courfe;

His mouth was foft; his eye was good;
His foot was fure as ever trod :

One fault he had; a fault indeed;

And what was that? the horse was deadi

Dick, from these instances and fetches, Thou mak'ft of horses clocks and watches,. Quoth Mat, to me thou seem'st to mean, That Alma is a mere Machine.:

That telling others what's o'clock,

She knows not what herself has struck;
But leaves to ftanders-by the trial,

Of what is mark'd upon her dial..

Here hold a blow, good friend, quoth Dick,
And rais'd his voice exceeding quick.

Fight fair, Sir: what I never meant

Don't you infer. In argument
Similies are like songs in love:

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They much describe; they nothing prove.
Mat, who was here a little gravell'd,!
Toft up his nofe, and would have cavill'd:
But, calling Hermes to his aid,

Half pleas'd, half angry, thus he faid:

Where mind ('tis for the author's fame)

That Matthew call'd, and Hermes came...M.

In danger heroes, and in doubt
Poets, find gods to help 'em out,

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Friend Richard, I begin to fee, That you and I fhall fcarce agree.... Obferve how oddly you behave::79 The more I grant, the more you crave. li koti

But

But, comrade, as I faid juft now,.

I fhould affirm, and you allow..
We fyftem-makers can sustain !

The thefis which you grant was plain :

And with remarks and comments teaze ye;;
In cafe the thing before was eafy.
But in a point obfcure and dark,
We fight as Leibnits did with Clark ;.
And when no reason we can show,
Why matters this or that way go,
The shortest way the thing we try,.
And what we know not, we deny :..
'True to our own a'erbearing pridej,
And falfe to all the world, befide.
That old philofopher grew cross,.
Who could not tell what motion was ::
Because he walk'd against his will,:
He fac'd down men that he ftood ftill:::
And he who, reading on the heart,.
(When all his Quidlibets of art.-
Could not expound its pulfe and heat)
Swore, he had never felt it beat.
Chryfippus, foil'd by Epicurus,.:

Makes bold (Jove blefs him!) to affure us

That all things which our mind can view,

May be at once both falfe and true. (I roÏ And Mallbranch has an odd conceit,.

As ever enter'd Frenchman's pate:

Says he, fo little can our mind in announ
Of matter, or of spirit find,

That