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And saucily pretend to knowMore than your dividend comes to: You'll find the thing will not be done With ignorance and face alone: 90No, tho' ye've purchas'd to your name, In history, so great a fame;That now your talent's so well known, For having all belief out-grown,That ev'ry strange prodigious tale 95Is measur'd by your German scale,[1]By which the virtuosi tryThe magnitude of ev'ry lie,Cast up to what it does amount,And place the bigg'st to your account; 100That all those stories that are laidToo truly to you, and those made,Are now still charg'd upon your score, And lesser authors nam'd no more.Alas! that faculty betrays[2] 105Those soonest it designs to raise;And all your vain renown will spoil, As guns o'ercharg'd the more recoil; Though he that has but impudence,To all things has a fair pretence; 110And put among his wants but shame, To all the world may lay his claim: Tho' you have tried that nothing's borne With greater ease than public scorn, That all affronts do still give place 115To your impenetrable face;That makes your way thro' all affairs, As pigs thro' hedges creep with theirs: Yet as 'tis counterfeit and brass,You must not think 'twill always pass; 120
- ↑ All incredible stories are now measured by your standard. One German mile is equal to five English miles.
- ↑ Var. Destroys in some early editions.
and at last was archbishop of York." Sir Paul was one of the first establishers of the Royal Society, which, in the dawn of science, listening to many things that appeared trifling and incredible to the generality of the people, became the butt and sport of the wits of the time.
