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In the Moon as Phebus stood over his oriental Gardening,
"O ay come I'll sing you a song" said Quid the Cynic.
"The trumpeter shit in his hat" said Suction the Epicurean
"& clapt it on his head" said Sipsop the Pythagorean.
"I'll begin again" said the Cynic.
Little Phebus came strutting in
With his fat belly & his round chin
What is it you would please to have?
Ho Ho
I won't let it go at only so & so
Mrs Gimblet look'd as if they meant her. Tilly Lally laughed like a Cherry Clapper.
Aradobo asked "Who was Phebus Sir?"
Obtuse Angle answered, quickly, "He was the God of Physic, Painting, Perspective, Geometry, Geography, Astronomy, Cookery, Chemistry, Conjunctives, Mechanics, Tactics, Pathology, Phraseology, Theology, Mythology, Astrology, Osteology, Somatology: - in short, every art & science adorned him as beads around his neck."
Here, Aradobo, the Dean of Morocco looked astonished & asked if he understood engraving.
Obtuse Angle answered indeed he did.
"Well" said the other. "He was as great as Chatterton."
Tilly Lally turned around to Obtuse Angle & asked who it was that was as great as Chatterton.
"Hay, how should I know?" answered Obtuse Angle
"Who was it, Aradobo?"
"Why sir" said he, "the Gentleman that the song was about."
"Ah" said Tilly Lally. "I did not hear it. What was it, Obtuse Angle?"
"Pooh" said he. "Nonsense."
"Mhm" said Tilly Lally.
"It was Phebus" said the Epicurean.
"Ah, that was the Gentleman" said Aradobo.
"Pray Sir" said Tilly Lally, "Who was Phebus?"
Obtuse Angle answered:
"The heathens in the old ages used to have Gods that they worshiped & they used to sacrifice to them. You have read about that in the bible."
"Ah" said Aradobo, "I thought I had read of Phebus in the Bible."
"Aradobo, you should always think before you speak" said Obtuse Angle.
"Ha Ha Ha! He means "Pharaoh" said Tilly Lally.
"I am ashamed of you making use of the names in the Bible" said Mrs. Sigtagatist.
"I'll tell you what, Mrs Sinagain. I don't think there's any harm in it." said Tilly Lally.
"No" said Inflammable Gass.
"I have got a camera obscura at home. What was it you was talking about?"
"Law" said Tilly Lally.
"What has that to do with Pharaoh?"
"Pho, nonsense, hang Pharaoh & all his host" said the Pythagorean.
"Sing away Quid."
Then the Cynic sung:
Honour & Genius is all I ask
And I ask the Gods no more
No more No more | the three Philosophers
No more No more | bear Chorus
Here Aradobo sucked his under lip.
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