EPILOGUE.

Spoke by Mr. DOGGET.

You have seen what Scholar is in Cap and Gown,
Before his Breeding's polish'd by this Town:
'Tis not enough, that he can Hebrew speak,
Greek, Latin, Chaldeac, and Arabick;
He may perform his Task in Church and School,
Ne'er drop a Word, that is not Grammar-Rule.
Run through the Arts; can each Degree commence,
Yet be a Freshman still, to Men of Sense.
Tho' the learn'd Youth, can all the Sages quote,
Has Homer, Hesiod, and the rest by Wrote;
Yet what's all this to Picquet, Dress or Play?
Or to the Circle, on a Visiting-Day?
A finish'd Beau; for such fine things I have seen,
That heretofore, has of some College been:
But that Despising, nothing now retains,		}
For Learning is a Thing requires Brains;
And that's a Perquisite the Gentleman disdains.
The Great Dull Ass, from breaking Head of Priscian;
Hither he comes, and writes approv'd Physician.
The Noise of Chariot brings the Patients in;
Grant them Patience, that Physick for their Sin.
Well then——
Since Learning's useless, I'll the Task defy;
Practice to Ogle, Flatter, Swear and Lye;
For that's the Way the Ladies Hearts to gain,
Burn all my Books; my Studies are but vain:
To gain their Looks, each Shape and Dress I'll try;
Smile when they Smile; and when they Frown, I Die.