WHILST, with mistaken zeal, dull bigots burn,
Let REASON for a moment take her turn.
When Coffee-sages hold discourse with kings,
And blindly walk in Paper Leading-strings,
What if a man delight to pass his time
In spinning Reason into harmless Rhime;
Or sometimes boldly venture to the Play?
Say, Where's the Crime? — Great Man of Prudence, say?
No two on earth in one thing can agree,
All have some darling singularity.
Women and men, as well as girls and boys,
In Gew-gaws take delight, and sigh for toys.
Your sceptres, and your crowns, and such like things,
Are but a better kind of toys for kings.
In things indiff'rent, REASON bids us chuse,
Whether the Whim's a MONKEY or a MUSE.