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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Metaphysical Sectarian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HE was in Logick a great Critick, <br>Profoundly skill'd in Analytick. <br>He could distinguish, and divide <br>A Hair 'twixt South and South-West side: <br>On either which he would dispute, <br>Confute, change hands, and still confute. <br>He'd undertake to prove by force <br>Of Argument, a Man's no Horse. <br>He'd prove a Buzard is no Fowl, <br>And that a Lord may be an Owl; <br>A Calf an Alderman, a Goose a Justice, <br>And Rooks Committee-men and Trustees. <br>He'd run in Debt by Disputation, <br>And pay with Ratiocination. <br>All this by Syllogism, true <br>In Mood and Figure, he would do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Rhetorick, he could not ope <br>His mouth, but out there flew a Trope: <br>And when he hapned to break off <br>I'th middle of his speech, or cough, <br>H'had hard words, ready to shew why, <br>And tell what Rules he did it by. <br>Else when with greatest Art he spoke, <br>You'd think he talk'd like other folk. <br>For all a Rhetoricians Rules <br>Teach nothing but to name his Tools. <br>His ordinary Rate of Speech <br>In loftiness of sound was rich, <br>A Babylonish dialect, <br>Which learned Pedants much affect. <br>It was a parti-colour'd dress <br>Of patch'd and pyball'd Languages: <br>'Twas English cut on Greek and Latin, <br>Like Fustian heretofore on Sattin. <br>It had an odd promiscuous Tone, <br>As if h' had talk'd three parts in one. <br>Which made some think when he did gabble, <br>Th' had heard three Labourers of Babel; <br>Or Cerberus himself pronounce <br>A Leash of Languages at once. <br>This he as volubly would vent, <br>As if his stock would ne'r be spent. <br>And truly to support that charge <br>He had supplies as vast and large. <br>For he could coyn or counterfeit <br>New words with little or no wit: <br>Words so debas'd and hard, no stone <br>Was hard enough to touch them on. <br>And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em, <br>The Ignorant for currant took 'em, <br>That had the Orator who once <br>Did fill his Mouth with Pebble stones <br>When he harangu'd, but known his Phrase, <br>He would have us'd no other ways. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Mathematicks he was greater <br>Then Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater: <br>For he by Geometrick scale <br>Could take the size of Pots of Ale; <br>Resolve by Signes and Tangents straight, <br>If Bread or Butter wanted weight; <br>And wisely tell what hour o'th day <br>The Clock does strike, by Algebra. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside he was a shrewd Philosopher; <br>And had read every Text and gloss over: <br>What e're the crabbed'st Author hath<br>He understood b'implicit Faith, <br>What ever Sceptick could inquere for; <br>For every why he had a wherefore: <br>Knew more then forty of them do, <br>As far as words and terms could go. <br>All which he understood by Rote, <br>And as occasion serv'd, would quote; <br>No matter whether right or wrong: <br>They might be either said or sung. <br>His Notions fitted things so well, <br>That which was which he could not tell; <br>But oftentimes mistook the one <br>For th'other, as Great Clerks have done. <br>He could reduce all things to Acts <br>And knew their Natures by Abstracts, <br>Where Entity and Quiddity <br>The Ghosts of defunct Bodies flie; <br>Where Truth in Person does appear, <br>Like words congeal'd in Northern Air. <br>He knew what's what, and that's as high <br>As Metaphysick wit can fly. <br>In School Divinity as able <br>As he that hight Irrefragable; <br>Profound in all the Nominal <br>And real ways beyond them all, <br>And with as delicate a Hand <br>Could twist as tough a Rope of Sand, <br>And weave fine Cobwebs, fit for skull <br>That's empty when the Moon is full; <br>Such as take Lodgings in a Head <br>That's to be lett unfurnished. <br>He could raise Scruples dark and nice, <br>And after solve 'em in a trice: <br>As if Divinity had catch'd <br>The Itch, of purpose to be scratch'd;<br>Or, like a Mountebank, did wound <br>And stab her self with doubts profound, <br>Onely to shew with how small pain <br>The sores of faith are cur'd again; <br>Although by woful proof we find, <br>They always leave a Scar behind. <br>He knew the Seat of Paradise, <br>Could tell in what degree it lies: <br>And, as he was dispos'd, could prove it, <br>Below the Moon, or else above it:<br>What Adam dreamt of when his Bride <br>Came from her Closet in his side: <br>Whether the Devil tempted her <br>By a High Dutch Interpreter: <br>If either of them had a Navel;<br>Who first made Musick malleable: <br>Whether the Serpent at the fall <br>Had cloven Feet, or none at all, <br>All this without a Gloss or Comment, <br>He would unriddle in a moment <br>In proper terms, such as men smatter <br>When they throw out and miss the matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Butler">Samuel Butler</a><div class=q>
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Profoundly skill'd in Analytick. 
He could distinguish, and divide 
A Hair 'twixt South and South-West side: 
On either which he would dispute, 
Confute, change hands, and still confute. 
He'd undertake to prove ..."></div>
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