And made them rigadoon and chasse
As well as when alive, I dare say!
And I once offer’d, very prettily,
To patch up Frenchmen kill’d in Italy,
Though shot, or stabb’d, or hack’d with fell blows,
As wives patch coats when out at elbows!
Profoundly versed in chymic science,
I could bid matter’s law defiance;
Was up to nature, or beyond her,
In mimic earthquakes, rain, and thunder![28]