Then quickly proceeded the climate to quiz,
And exclaim’d, “In Italia we’ve nothing of this!”
Mr. Hog said that he had sent over his daughter
To England, to have all the sciences taught her;
And learned she was, all the world must allow,
For the Savants pronounced her a wonderful sow.
She was heard to grunt forth an unwilling apology,
For daring to boast of her skill in Nosology,
And presuming to hint what a dab she’d been found,
At extracting the root, whether square root, or round.