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Now having faith implicit that he can't err,
Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms,
Lest some mad Devil suddenly unhamp'ring,
If you can stay so long from slumber free,
My muse shall make an effort to salute 'e:
For lo! a very dainty simile
Flash'd sudden through my brain, and 'twill just suit 'e!
You know that water-fowl that cries, Quack! quack!? Full often have I seen a waggish crew
Fasten the Bird of Wisdom on it's back,
The ivy-haunting bird, that cries, Tu-whoo!
Both plunged together in the deep mill-stream, (Mill-stream, or farm-yard pond, or mountain-lake,) Shrill, as a Church and Constitution scream,
TU-WHOO! quoth BROAD-FACE, and down dives the
The green-neck'd Drake once more pops up to view,
Even so on Loyalty's Decoy-pond, each
Pops up his head, as fir'd with British blood, Hears once again the Ministerial screech,
And once more seeks the bottom's blackest mud!
ME DOLOR INCANTUM, ME LUBRICA DUXERIT ETAS,
CLAUD. Epist. ad Had.
THERE IS ONE THAT SLIPPETH IN HIS SPEECH, BUT NOT
FROM HIS HEART; AND WHO IS HE THAT HATH NOT OFFENDED
WITH HIS TONGUE?
Ecclesiasticus, xix. 16.