With these came Doctors of each Art,
And each one pointed to his Beard!
Our Goat sprang up, with sudden start,
Like one whom conscience makes afeard.
“O Ape! this man’s a creature brave,
To whom we all like slaves submit;
Bearded to-day—t’morrow he’ll shave,
Then where’s the good of his boasted wit!
“There’s your apron! take your basin!
’Tis best to abide by nature’s rule: