I’ll follow Southey’s bold exemple,
And snuff a sconce full, for a sample.
Good Sir, enough! enough already!
No more, for Heaven’s sake!—steady!—steady!
Confound your stuff!—why how you sweat me!
I’d rather swallow all mount Etna!
How swiftly turns this giddy world round,
Like tortur’d top, by truant twirl’d round;
While Nature’s capers wild amaze me,
The beldam’s crack’d or Caustic crazy![7]