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ON BEING ASKED FOR A SIMILE,
TO ILLUSTRATE THE ADVANTAGE OF KEEPING THE PASSIONS SUBSERVIENT TO REASON
As the sharp, pungent taste is the glory of mustard,
But, if heighten'd, would trouble your touchy papillæ;
As a few laurel-leaves add a relish to custard,
But, if many, would fight with your stomach and kill ye:—
But, if heighten'd, would trouble your touchy papillæ;
As a few laurel-leaves add a relish to custard,
But, if many, would fight with your stomach and kill ye:—
So the passions, if freed from the precincts of reason,
Have noxious effects—but if duly confined, sir,
Are useful, no doubt—this each writer agrees on:
So I've dish'd up a simile just to your mind, sir.
Have noxious effects—but if duly confined, sir,
Are useful, no doubt—this each writer agrees on:
So I've dish'd up a simile just to your mind, sir.
C. T.
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