Of facts alone I fain would sing,
A joke’s a very serious thing!
A man may see with half an eye
What treasures in his head-piece lie:
Why then, dear Sir, such wond’rous pains
To shew the world your lack of brains?
Then little Dick, and waddling Tim,
And bawling Joe, and long-legg’d Jem;
And hundreds more in couples came,
The which my muse disdains to name: