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CANTO III.] How many diff'rent specieses Of maggots breed in rotten cheeses; And which are next of kin to those Engender'd in a chandler's nose; Or those not seen, but understood, That live in vinegar and wood. A paltry wretch he had, half starv'd, That him in place of Zany serv'd, Hight Whachum, bred to dash and draw, Not wine, but more unwholesome law; To make 'twixt words and lines huge gaps, Wide as meridians in maps; To squander paper and spare ink, Or cheat men of their words, some think. From this, by merited degrees, He'd to more high advancement rise, To be an under-conjurer, Or journeyman astrologer: His business was to pump and wheedle, And men with their own keys unriddle;