IS talk was like a stream, which runs roses: It slipped from politics to puns, It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws which keep And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels, or shoeing horses. E was a shrewd and sound Divine, Of loud Dissent the mortal terror; And when, by dint of page and line, He 'stablished Truth, or startled Error, The Baptist found him far too deep; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow. |