The Court And Parliament of Beasts

ly he shifts, To cut right angles in the empty space Between that nose, and P-t-rs vacant face: The finger, thus presented to our view An equal length exhibits with the queue That guards a bunch of venerable hair. The last fair honour of a cranium bare: Diffuse as dull, he talks till patience tires, Yet patience still the prosing dolt requires, Nor heeds, if nausea make his audience retch, Provided he exgurgitates a speech. Truth, it is said, must in a well be sought, And, with a rope, is from the bottom brought. B?gge's wisdom lies in that capacious pump Which acts in perfect concert with his rump; Thence does he draw, and, of this sort of stuff, Thinks, while he pumps, he ne'er can pump enough. ' If principles 'gainst principles be set, Then let those principles be fairly met: I mean sound principles,?the House will see That principles, in which we all agree, Are not like principles that raise a doubt: Now, sir, a man may often turn about, And take up principles oppos'd to those; But, what's the consequence 1 no mortal knows. This, sir, I think, does certainly embrace The great and leading features of the case. The honourable member has no right A premature discussion to invite Upon a Bill drawn-up with so much care, And now in progress as we know, elsewhere: I deprecate the course he has pursu'd As calculated only to delude. Why, sir, we know that inferences just, Are drawn from premises when well discuss'd; Some...