But much of either would afford

To many, that had not one word.

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For Hebrew roots, although they're found

To flourish most in barren ground,

He had such plenty, as suffic'd

To make some think him circumcis'd:

And truly so he was, perhaps,

Nor as a prosylete, but for claps. „botom omif

He was in logic a great critic, at duh m65 Profoundly skill'd in analytic;

He could distinguish and divide

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A hair, 'twixt south and south-west side;
On either which he would dispute,tas? S
Confute, change hands, and still confute.
He'd undertake to prove, by forced quod ef.
Of argument, a man's, no horse; odborult brA
He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl,blod o'
And that a lord may be an owl; dai mom A
A calf an alderman, à goose a justice, -it' obie 75
And rooks committee-men and trusteeson af
He'd run in debt by disputation,

And pay with ratiocination;

All this by syllogism, truei bod ni doit qui

In mood and figure he would do. Juod ei80

For rhetoric, he could not ope

His mouth, but out there flew a trope;

And when he happen'd to break off ̧‚¦......
I' th' middle of his speech or cough,
H' had hard words, ready to shew why,
And tell what rules he did it by;

Else when with greatest art he spoke,
You'd think he talk'd like other folk. W
For all a rhetorician's rules

Teach nothing but to name his tools. . 90
But, when he pleas'd to shew't, his speechT
In loftiness of sound was rich;

A Babylonish dialect,

Which learned pedants much affect: on I It was a party-colour'd dress

Of patch'd and pye-ball'd languages:

'Twas English cut on Greek and Latin,

Like fustian heretofore on satin.

It had an odd promiscuous tone,

As if he had talk'd three parts in one; }

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Which made some think, when he did gabble,

Th' had heard three labourers of Babel; 5 IN

Or Cerberus himself pronounce

A leash of languages at once,

This he as volubly would vent

As if his stock would ne'er be spent;

And truly to support that charge,
He had supplies as vast and large;
For he could coin or counterfeit
New words, with little or no wit;

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Words so debas'd and hard, no stone

Was hard enough to touch them on:

And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em,

The ignorant for current took 'em,

That had the orator, who once

Did fill his mouth with pebble-stones

When he harangu'd, but known his phrase,

He would have us'd no other ways.

In mathematics he was greater
Than Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater:
For he, by geometric scale,

Could take the size of pots of ale;
Resolve by sines and tangents, straight,
If bread and butter wanted weight;
And wisely tell what hour o' th' day

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The clock does strike, by algebra,

Beside, he was a shrew'd philosopher,

And had read ev'ry text and gloss over;

Whate'er the crabbed'st author hath,
He understood b' implicit faith:
Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For ev'ry why he had a wherefore:
Knew more than forty of them do,
As far as words and terms could
All which he understood by rote,
And, as occasion serv'd, would quote;
No matter whether right or wrong,

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They might be either said or sung.

His notions fitted things so well,

That which was which he could not tell;

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But oftentimes mistook the one

For th' other, as great clerks have done.

He could reduce all things to acts,

And knew their natures by abstracts;

Where entity and quiddity,

The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly;

Where Truth in person does appear,

Like words congeal'd in northern air.

He knew what's what, and that's as high

As metaphysic wit can fly.

In school-divinity as able,

As he that height, Irrefragable;

A second Thomas, or at once

To name them all, another Duns:
Profound in all the nominal

And real ways beyond them all;
For he a rope of sand could twist
As tough as learned Sorbonist;
And weave fine cobwebs, fit for scull
That's empty when the moon is full;

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The itch, on purpose to be scratch'd;
Or, like a mountebank, did wound
And stab herself with doubts profound,

Only to show with how small pain

The sores of faith are cur'd again;

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Although by woeful proof we find,
They always leave a scar behind,
He knew the seat of paradise,
Could tell in what degree it lies;

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And, as he was dispos'd, could prove it

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