As Bass’s brightest beer!

Poet-professor! now my brain thou kindlest;

I am become a most determined Tyndallist.

If it is known a fellow can make skies,

Why not make bright blue eyes?

This to deny, the folly of a dunce it is;

Surely a girl as easy as a sunset is.

If you can make a halo or eclipse,

Why not two laughing lips?

The creed of Archimedes, erst of Sicily,