Original - Duke Divinity School

He equals any Man in being)
The Army ne’er can be disbanded. —
I wish the King were safely landed.
Ah Friends! great Changes threat the Land!
All France and England at a stand!
There’s Meroweis, mark ye, strange Work!
And there’s the Czar, and there’s the Turk —
The Pope — An Indian Merchant by,
Cut short the Speech with this Reply.
All at a Stand? You see great Changes?
Sir, did you ever see the Ganges?
There dwell the Nations of Quidnuncki’s
(So Monomotapa calls Monkies).
On either bank, from bough to bough,
They meet and chat (as we may now).
Whispers go round, they grin, they shrug,
They bow, they snarl, they scratch, they hug;
And, just as Chance, or Whim, provoke them,
They either bite their Friends, or stroke them.
There have I seen some active Prig,
To shew his Parts, bestride a Twig:
Lord! how the chatt’ring Tribe admire!
Not that he’s wiser, but he’s higher:
All long to try the vent’rous thing,
(For Pow’r is but to have one’s Swing.)
From side to side he springs, he spurns,
And bangs his Foes and Friends by turns.
Thus, as in giddy Freaks, he bounces,
Crack goes the Twig, and in he flounces!
Down the swift Stream the Wretch is born,
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