Put no water at all;
For it maketh things small,
Which, lest it should happen,
A close cover clap on.
Put this pot of Wood's metal[1]
In a hot boiling kettle,
And there let it be
(Mark the doctrine I teach)
About — let me see, —
Thrice as long as you preach[2]:
So skimming the fat off,
Say grace with your hat off.
O, then! with what rapture
Will it fill dean and chapter!"
FROM DR. ARBUTHNOT.
I TAKE it mighty kindly, that a man of your high post, dear sir, was pleased to write me so long a letter. I look upon the captain Tom of a great nation to be a much greater man than the governor of it.
I am sorry your commission about your singer has not been executed sooner. It is not Nanny's fault, who has spoke several times to Dr. Pepusch about it, and writ three or four letters, and received for an-
- ↑ "Of this composition see the works of the copper-farthing dean."
- ↑ "Which we suppose to be near two hours."
