My feet in airy mazes fling.
Listen my Doric lay; to thee, to thee I sing. —J. Bailey.
Alexis. (Book xiv. § 15, p. 991.)
Now if a native
Doctor prescribe, "Give him a porringer
Of ptisan in the morning," we despise him.
But in some brogue disguised 'tis admirable.
Thus he who speaks of Beet is slighted, while
We prick our ears if he but mention Bate,