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The Disputing Pedant. AN Extempore Whim in a Tavern.
An Ass, as modern Wits aver,
Does appropinque Philosopher:
And full as Sage that Plodder looks,
Whene're he dozes o're his Books;
Yawning he nods in such wise Fashion,
Till Sleep confirms his Contemplation.
Does appropinque Philosopher:
And full as Sage that Plodder looks,
Whene're he dozes o're his Books;
Yawning he nods in such wise Fashion,
Till Sleep confirms his Contemplation.
A Man, as Learned Authors say,
May read, and think his Wits away;
By Labour, thus it comes to pass,
Man may attain to be an Ass.
Thoughts oft Debauch, when Wine will not;
Your thinking Fool's the greatest Sot:
May read, and think his Wits away;
By Labour, thus it comes to pass,
Man may attain to be an Ass.
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Your thinking Fool's the greatest Sot:
Whoever reads o're Scotus once,
Will straight become another Duns.
Will straight become another Duns.
Then give me Wine, let Tom. Aquinas,
And all Philosophers—kiss mine A---.
And all Philosophers—kiss mine A---.
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