That swom on his wandering sight.

Ever sapient, sober though seldom,

From experience attraction he found,

By observing, when no one upheld him,

That his wise head fell souse on the ground.

As to Berkley's philosophy—he has

Left his poor pupils nought to inherit,

But a swarm of deceitful ideas

Kept like other monsters, in spirit.[4]

Tar-drinkers can't think what's the matter,

That their health does not mend, but decline:

Why, they take but some wine to their water,

He took but some water to wine.

One Mandeville once, or Man-devil,

(Either name you may give as you please)

By a brain ever brooding on evil,

Hatch'd a monster call'd Fable of Bees,

Vice, said he, aggrandizes a people;[5]

By this light let my conduct be view'd;

I swagger, swear, guzzle, and tipple:

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