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A balm for every worldly care and ill: But I thy power to soothe could never see;
Philosophy! Cans't thou take up a Bill!
Can'st thou remove of poverty the damp?
Alas! thy boasted potency I doubt; For, when hot water rushes on to swamp,
Thou can'st not bail (bale) the fragile vessel out.
THE STUDENT'S FAREWELL TO PHILOSOPHY.
Locke never will remove a prison's bars ;
The debtor, seeking comfort there, 's a dolt. Is it not Lock alone his freedom mars;
Since it is that won't let him make a bolt ?
Oh! can a hungry mouth expect a meal
From prosing o'er Philosophy's dull trash ? Who flies to Bacon will be sure to feel
That he can get no rasher ;-he's so rash.
What though the Student anxiously may toil,
And of acquirement scientific boast;
Obtain'd one single atom of the roast?
Then, to Philosophy l bid farewell!
'Tis vain when of the assets there's a dearth: My Paley and my Newton let me sell;
And for my Hobbes, I throw it to the hearth.
Thou'st brought me to a miserable plight;
Of means and everything by thee bereft.
I find, too late, that I have nothing left.