And, as I flog with stroke uncivil,
I shall be “Lincoln,” you the “Devil.”
Again, Sir!—you know where to place it,—
I say “Qui capit, ille facit.”
ANOTHER.
The Doctor raves, and storms, and vows,
And looks as wretched as his cows![25]
With straining pericranium tries
To write impromptus and replies;