Or if to gingerbread thou shalt descend, And liquorish learning to thy babes extend; Or sugar'd plane, o'erspread with beaten gold, Does the sweet treasure of thy letters hold; Thou still shalt be my song- -Apollo's choir I scorn t'invoke; Cadmus my verse inspire: 'Twas Cadmus who the first materials brought Of all the learning which has since been taught, Soon made complete! for mortals ne'er shall know More than contain'd of old the Christ-cross row; What masters dictate, or what doctors preach, Wise matrons hence, e'en to our children teach : But as the name of every plant and flower (So common that each peasant knows its power) Physicians in mysterious cant express, T'amuse the patient, and enhance their fees; So from the letters of our native tongue, Put in Greek scrawls, a mystery too is sprung, Schools are erected, puzzling grammars made, And artful men strike out a gainful trade; Strange characters adorn the learned gate, And heedless youth catch at the shining bait; The pregnant boys the noisy charms declare, And Tau's, and Delta's,1 make their mothers stare; Th' uncommon sounds amaze the vulgar ear, And what's uncommon never costs too dear. Yet in all tongues the Hornbook is the same, Taught by the Grecian master, or the English dame. 1 The Greek letters T, A. But how shall I thy endless virtues tell, To tell the blunders of the printer's hand: Nor flattering verse, to praise the author's wit: Nor various reading to confound the text: Wish'd for a friend some godly book to read; 1 The advice given to Augustus, by Athenodorus the stoic philosopher. The pious grandson thy known handle takes, The empty walls and hollow roof rebound: read. "Great B," the younker bawls: O heavenly breath! What ghostly comforts in the hour of death! What hopes I feel! "Great C," pronounc'd the boy; The grandsire dies with ecstasy of joy. Yet in some lands such ignorance abounds, Whole parishes scarce know thy useful sounds. Of Essex-Hundreds Fame gives this report, But Fame, I ween, says many things in sport. Scarce lives the man to whom thou'rt quite unknown, Though few th' extent of thy vast empire own. Whatever wonders magic spells can do On earth, in air, in sea, in shades below; When his old cow an angel's figure took; From thy vast root all learning's branches grow, Stiffness and pain from every joint retreat; THERISTES, OR THE LORDLING, THE GRANDSON OF A BRICKLAYER, GREATGRANDSON OF A BUTCHER. THERISTES of amphibious breed, 1 Votiva Tabula. HOR. Think on every vice in both, Look on him, and see their growth. Fill'd with falsehood, spleen, and pride, Changing still, and still adhering, Ever dearest friendship swearing; Where he loves, or where he hates; Let me now the vices trace, From his atavus and grandsire! |