The three tours of Doctor Syntax In search of 1. The picturesque, 2. Of consolation, 3. Of a wife. The text complete. [By William Combe] With four illustrations |
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 | The three tours of Doctor Syntax |  |
Thus, as the musing Doctor spoke, Pat, enter'd smiling at the joke.
That he a Parson's head should rig So smartly in a Lawyer's wig,
The ensign of the wordy war, Which forms the conflicts of the Bar:
That it should now from contest cease And deck the Minister of Peace.
But so it was—Dick Razor's skill Had cut and dockt it to his will;
So that the Sage, but for the cost, Might think it was the wig he lost.
The shaver a wide grin display'd To think the Lawyer's bill was paid;
And that the wig which crown'd his nob,
Had done this unexpected job.
—The Doctor said, “we never know, As through the vale of life we go,
Who may thus prove our real friends, To aid our objects and our ends.
—The Lion as the fable says, Ow'd to a Mouse his future days;
And you, I think, who in this town, Bear such professional renown,
When you your friendly neighbours meet
And join the ev'ning's social treat;
When as you take the cheerful glass, And while the observations pass
On Fortune's or Misfortune's brats,
Will not forget your friends the Rats.”
That he a Parson's head should rig So smartly in a Lawyer's wig,
The ensign of the wordy war, Which forms the conflicts of the Bar:
That it should now from contest cease And deck the Minister of Peace.
But so it was—Dick Razor's skill Had cut and dockt it to his will;
So that the Sage, but for the cost, Might think it was the wig he lost.
The shaver a wide grin display'd To think the Lawyer's bill was paid;
And that the wig which crown'd his nob,
Had done this unexpected job.
—The Doctor said, “we never know, As through the vale of life we go,
Who may thus prove our real friends, To aid our objects and our ends.
—The Lion as the fable says, Ow'd to a Mouse his future days;
And you, I think, who in this town, Bear such professional renown,
When you your friendly neighbours meet
And join the ev'ning's social treat;
When as you take the cheerful glass, And while the observations pass
On Fortune's or Misfortune's brats,
Will not forget your friends the Rats.”
| The three tours of Doctor Syntax | |