A busy physician — no matter his name— T' other day, at the full of the moon, Quite lost to all modesty, dead to all shame, Was so mad as to pen a lampoon.
A being invincible chanc'd to be nigh, Who determin'd to make it his prize; And before the poor Doctor knew wherefore or why, His lampoon was convey'd to the skies.
Minerva, bright goddess, perus'd it the first, And, giving a loose to her mirth, Exclaim'd, while with laughter just ready to burst, "Can there be such a fool upon earth?"
Apollo then read it, and made this reply— "O, ye gods! do not take it amiss— At a satire so silly I laugh till I cry, And the muses all laugh till they p—s."
