The bowl that beats the greater number down
Of tottering nine-pins, gives to fame the clown;
Or, foil’d in these, he opes his ample jaws,
And lets a frog leap down, to gain applause;
Or grins for hours, or tipples for a week,
Or challenges a well-pinch’d pig to squeak:
Some idle deed, some child’s preposterous name,
Shall make him known, and give his folly fame.
To name an infant meet our village sires,
Assembled all as such event requires;