And loyal as a spaniel dog,
His zeal as hot as kitchen fire,
His head as learned and as big
As that great philosophic log
Whereon Puff trims his worship's wig.
Nature had ta'en Herculean pains
To scour his chambers clean from brains,
And truly at a vast expence
Had cur'd and purg'd them quite from evil sense.
Brains, sense, and wit, are such low vulgar things