With all the weight of gravitation blest.”
Pope’s Dunciad, Book iii.
But I’m a man so meek and humble.
If your worships have ever read the Eneid of one Virgil (which though possible is not very probable, as physicians in general rarely make themselves “mad,” by “too much learning”) you will perceive a classical beauty in the commencement of this canto, which would escape the observation of the “ignobile vulgus.” As I wish, however, that you might be able to relish some of the most obvious beauties of this, my most exquisite poetical production, you will hire some schoolmaster to show you how happily we have imitated the “At regina gravi” of Virgil, and the “But now t’ observe romantic method” of Butler.
Though starving is a serious matter!
Many a worthy London alderman will most feelingly sigh a dolorous response to this pathetic complaint.
We all must be in one sad mess.