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610 Of pillowing its head on a pin-cushion,

Heedless of pricks because it was obtuse:

What was a paradox becomes a truth or

A something like it—witness Luther!

VII.

The Sacraments have been reduced to two,

And Witches unto none, though somewhat late

Since burning agéd women (save a few—

Not witches only b——ches—who create

Mischief in families, as some know or knew,

Should still be singed, but lightly, let me state,)

Has been declared an act of inurbanity,

Malgré Sir Matthew Hales's great humanity.

VIII.

Great Galileo was debarred the Sun,

Because he fixed it; and, to stop his talking,

How Earth could round the solar orbit run,

Found his own legs embargoed from mere walking:

The man was well-nigh dead, ere men begun

To think his skull had not some need of caulking;

But now, it seems, he 's right—his notion just:

No doubt a consolation to his dust.

IX.

Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates—but pages

Might be filled up, as vainly as before,

With the sad usage of all sorts of sages,

Who in his life-time, each, was deemed a Bore!

The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages:

This they must bear with and, perhaps, much more;

The wise man 's sure when he no more can share it, he

Will have a firm Post Obit on posterity.

X.

If such doom waits each intellectual Giant,

We little people in our lesser way,

In Life's small rubs should surely be more pliant,

And so for one will I—as well I may—