Rig. Fun. I've penn'd that down, most erudite of sages!
Moore. "The Dog-star kindles with inflaming ire."
Rig. Fun. Just wait a moment, while I stir the fire.
Moore. "Terrific portents flame along the sky;
"I know the cause,—but dare not mention why."
Rig. Fun. (aside) Which shews your prophecying's all my eye.
Moore. "The planets are the book in which I read,—"
Rig. Fun. I'm very glad to hear that you succeed.
You've better luck than when you went to school;
For there, I guess, they perch'd you on a stool.