As round the fire the giglets keckle, To see me loup;
While, raving mad, I wish a heckle Were in their doup.
O' a' the num❜rous human dools, Ill har'sts, daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy friends rak'd i' the mools, Sad sight to see !
The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' fools, Thou bear'st the gree.
Where'er that place be priests ca' hell, Whence a' the tones o' mis'ry yell, And ranked plagues their numbers tell, In dreadfu' raw,
Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell, Amang them a';
O thou grim mischief-making chiel, That gars the notes of discord squeel, 'Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
In gore a shoe-thick ;—
Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal
A towmond's Toothache!
JACOB! I do not like to see thy nose Turn'd up in scornful curve at yonder pig, It would be well, my friend, if we, like him, Were perfect in our kind!.. And why despise The sow-born grunter? . . He is obstinate, Thou answerest; ugly, and the filthiest beast That banquets upon offal. . . . Now I pray you Hear the pig's counsel.
Is he obstinate? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words; We must not take them as unheeding hands
Receive base money at the current worth, But with a just suspicion try their sound, And in the even balance weigh them well. See now to what this obstinacy comes: A poor, mistreated, democratic beast,
He knows that his unmerciful drivers seek Their profit, and not his. He hath not learned That pigs were made for man, . . born to be brawn'd And baconized: that he must please to give Just what his gracious masters please to take; Perhaps his tusks, the weapons Nature gave
For self-defense, the general privilege;
Perhaps,.. hark, Jacob! dost thou hear that horn? Woe to the young posterity of Pork!
Again. Thou say'st
The pig is ugly. Jacob, look at him!
Those eyes have taught the lover flattery. His face, . . nay, Jacob! Jacob! were it fair To judge a lady in her dishabille?
Fancy it dressed, and with saltpeter rouged. Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that The wanton hop marries her stately spouse: So crisp in beauty Amoretta's hair Rings round her lover's soul the chains of love. And what is beauty, but the aptitude Of parts harmonious? Give thy fancy scope, And thou wilt find that no imagined change Can beautify this beast. Place at his end The starry glories of the peacock's pride,
Give him the swan's white breast; for his horn-hoofs Shape such a foot and ankle as the waves
Crowded in eager rivalry to kiss
When Venus from the enamor'd sea arose; .
Jacob, thou canst but make a monster of him! All alteration man could think, would mar His pig-perfection.
The last charge, I he lives A dirty life. Here I could shelter him With noble and right-reverend precedents, And show by sanction of authority That 'tis a very honorable thing
To thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest On better ground the unanswerable defense. The pig is a philosopher, who knows No prejudice. Dirt?.. Jacob, what is dirt? If matter, . . why the delicate dish that tempts An o'ergorged epicure to the last morsel That stuffs him to the throat-gates, is no more. If matter be not, but as sages say,
Spirit is all, and all things visible Are one, the infinitely modified,
Think, Jacob, what that pig is, and the mire Wherein he stands knee-deep!
And there! the breeze
Pleads with me, and has won thee to a smile That speaks conviction. O'er yon blossom'd field Of beans it came, and thoughts of bacon rise.
A DELICATE pinch! oh how it tingles up The titillated nose, and fills the eyes And breast, till in one comfortable sneeze The full-collected pleasure bursts at last! Most rare Columbus! thou shalt be for this The only Christopher in my calendar. Why, but for thee the uses of the nose Were half unknown, and its capacity
Of joy. The summer gale that from the heath, At midnoon glowing with the golden gorse, Bears its balsamic odor, but provokes Not satisfies the sense; and all the flowers, That with their unsubstantial fragrance tempt And disappoint, bloom for so short a space, That half the year the nostrils would keep Lent, But that the kind tobacconist admits
No winter in his work; when Nature sleeps
His wheels roll on, and still administer
A plenitude of joy, a tangible smell.
What are Peru and those Golcondan mines
To thee, Virginia? miserable realms,
The produce of inhuman toil, they send Gold for the greedy, jewels for the vain. But thine are common comforts!.. To omit Pipe-panegyric and tobacco-praise,
Think what a general joy the snuff-box gives, Europe, and far above Pizarro's name
Write Raleigh in thy records of renown! Him let the school-boy bless if he behold His master's box produced, for when he sees The thumb and finger of authority
Stuffed up the nostrils: when hat, head, and wig Shake all; when on the waistcoat black, brown dust, From the oft-reiterated pinch profuse Profusely scattered, lodges in its folds, And part on the magistral table lights, Part on the open book, soon blown away, Full surely soon shall then the brow severe Relax; and from vituperative lips
Words that of birch remind not, sounds of praise, And jokes that must be laughed at shall proceed.
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit expression find,
Or a language to my mind,
(Still the phrase is wide or scant)
To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT!
Or in any terms relate
Half my love, or half my hate:
For I hate, yet love thee, so,
That, whichever thing I show,
The plain truth will seem to be
A constrain'd hyperbole,
And the passion to proceed
More from a mistress than a weed.
Sooty retainer to the vine, Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake,
More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimèd lovers take
'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way,
While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death,
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us, That our worst foes can not find us,
And ill fortune, that would thwart us Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
While each man, through thy height'ning steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem,
And all about us does express
(Fancy and wit in richest dress)
A Sicilian fruitfulness.
Thou through such a mist dost show us, That our best friends do not know us, And, for those allowèd features, Due to reasonable creatures, Liken'st us to fell Chimeras, Monsters that, who see us, fear us; Worse than Cerberus or Geryon, Or, who first loved a cloud, Ixion.
Bacchus we know, and we allow His tipsy rites. But what art thou, That but by reflex canst show What his deity can do,
As the false Egyptian spell
Aped the true Hebrew miracle?
Some few vapors thou may'st raise,
The weak brain may serve to amaze,
But to the reins and nobler heart
Canst nor life nor heat impart.
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