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Arbuthnot, Dr. John. [note] This celebrated wit and satirist has been generally supposed to be the author of a
ludicrous macaronic poem, entitled,
| In fable all things hold discourse, |
Then words, no doubt, must talk of course.
Once on a time, near Channel Row,
Two hostile adverbs, Aye and No,
Were hast'ning to the field of fight,
Where front to front stood opposite:
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| Before each general join'd the van, |
Aye (the more courteous knight) began.
Stop, peevish particle! beware;
I'm told you are not such a bear,
But sometimes yield when off'er'd fair.
Suffer your folks awhile to prattle,
'Tis we that must decide the battle;
Whene'er we war on yonder stage,
With various fate and equal rage,
The nation trembles at each blow,
That No gives Aye, and Aye gives No;
But in th' expensive long contention,
We gain nor office, grant, nor pension;
Why then should kinsfolk quarrel thus?
(For two of you make one of us):
To some wise Statesman let us go,
Where each his proper use may know;
He may admit two such commanders,
And let those wait who serv'd in Flanders!
Let's quarter on a great man's tongue,
A Treasury Lord,—not master Young.
Obsequious at his high command,
Aye, shall march forth to tax the land.
Impeachments, No can best resist,
And Aye support the Civil List;
Aye, quick as Cæsar, win the day,
And No, like Fabius, by delay.
Sometimes in mutual sly disguise,
Let Ayes seem Noes, and Noes seem Ayes;
Ayes, be in Court, denials meant,
And Noes, in Bishops, give consent.
Thus Aye proposed, and for reply,
No, for the first time, answered Aye;
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| They parted with a thousand kisses, |
And fight, e'er since, for pay, like Swisses.