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The Hybrids: An Epi-comic Satire

An M. D.

9781465657398
213 pages
Library of Alexandria
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HAIL blest stupidity! impervious shieldOf dullness hail! No thorn in all the fieldOf reason, wit, or satire, hath been found,Could reach thy soul in toughest bull-hide bound! Refreshingly unconscious thou dost grazeAmid the brambles of sublunar ways,In rare beatitude of placid soul,Thy skin unbroken sound and whole; Smiling serene, while scratches, wounds, and pricksOf fate adverse, and fame’s vexatious tricks,Which goad the thinner skinned to agony,But prove a pleasing stimulant to thee. How almost enviable is such state.Where angels of bliss indifferent awaitTo keep the stinging brood of scorn at bay,And turn the keener darts of love away;—Where grateful thistles bloom the live-long day,And long ears wave triumphant at each bray.