And yet, whate’er absurdity the brains
May hatch, it ne’er wants wet-nurses to suckle it!
Or dry ones, like a hen, to take the pains
To lead the nudity abroad, and chuckle it;
No whim so stupid but some fool will buckle it
To jingle bell-like on his empty head,
No mental mud—but some will knead and knuckle it,
[Pg 317]
And fancy they are making fancy-bread;—
No ass has written, but some ass has read.
No dolts............