HE was in Logick a great Critick, 
Profoundly skill'd in Analytick. 
He could distinguish, and divide 
A Hair 'twixt South and South-West side: 
On either which he would dispute, 
Confute, change hands, and still confute. 
He'd undertake to prove by force 
Of Argument, a Man's no Horse. 
He'd prove a Buzard is no Fowl, 
And that a Lord may be an Owl; 
A Calf an Alderman, a Goose a Justice, 
And Rooks Committee-men and Trustees. 
He'd run in Debt by Disputation, 
And pay with Ratiocination. 
All this by Syllogism, true 
In Mood and Figure, he would do. 

For Rhetorick, he could not ope 
His mouth, but out there flew a Trope: 
And when he hapned to break off 
I'th middle of his speech, or cough, 
H'had hard words, ready to shew why, 
And tell what Rules he did it by. 
Else when with greatest Art he spoke, 
You'd think he talk'd like other folk. 
For all a Rhetoricians Rules 
Teach nothing but to name his Tools. 
His ordinary Rate of Speech 
In loftiness of sound was rich, 
A Babylonish dialect, 
Which learned Pedants much affect. 
It was a parti-colour'd dress 
Of patch'd and pyball'd Languages: 
'Twas English cut on Greek and Latin, 
Like Fustian heretofore on Sattin. 
It had an odd promiscuous Tone, 
As if h' had talk'd three parts in one. 
Which made some think when he did gabble, 
Th' had heard three Labourers of Babel; 
Or Cerberus himself pronounce 
A Leash of Languages at once. 
This he as volubly would vent, 
As if his stock would ne'r be spent. 
And truly to support that charge 
He had supplies as vast and large. 
For he could coyn or counterfeit 
New words with little or no wit: 
Words so debas'd and hard, no stone 
Was hard enough to touch them on. 
And when with hasty noise he spoke 'em, 
The Ignorant for currant took 'em, 
That had the Orator who once 
Did fill his Mouth with Pebble stones 
When he harangu'd, but known his Phrase, 
He would have us'd no other ways. 

In Mathematicks he was greater 
Then Tycho Brahe, or Erra Pater: 
For he by Geometrick scale 
Could take the size of Pots of Ale; 
Resolve by Signes and Tangents straight, 
If Bread or Butter wanted weight; 
And wisely tell what hour o'th day 
The Clock does strike, by Algebra. 

Beside he was a shrewd Philosopher; 
And had read every Text and gloss over: 
What e're the crabbed'st Author hath
He understood b'implicit Faith, 
What ever Sceptick could inquere for; 
For every why he had a wherefore: 
Knew more then forty of them do, 
As far as words and terms could go. 
All which he understood by Rote, 
And as occasion serv'd, would quote; 
No matter whether right or wrong: 
They might be either said or sung. 
His Notions fitted things so well, 
That which was which he could not tell; 
But oftentimes mistook the one 
For th'other, as Great Clerks have done. 
He could reduce all things to Acts 
And knew their Natures by Abstracts, 
Where Entity and Quiddity 
The Ghosts of defunct Bodies flie; 
Where Truth in Person does appear, 
Like words congeal'd in Northern Air. 
He knew what's what, and that's as high 
As Metaphysick wit can fly. 
In School Divinity as able 
As he that hight Irrefragable; 
Profound in all the Nominal 
And real ways beyond them all, 
And with as delicate a Hand 
Could twist as tough a Rope of Sand, 
And weave fine Cobwebs, fit for skull 
That's empty when the Moon is full; 
Such as take Lodgings in a Head 
That's to be lett unfurnished. 
He could raise Scruples dark and nice, 
And after solve 'em in a trice: 
As if Divinity had catch'd 
The Itch, of purpose to be scratch'd;
Or, like a Mountebank, did wound 
And stab her self with doubts profound, 
Onely to shew with how small pain 
The sores of faith are cur'd again; 
Although by woful proof we find, 
They always leave a Scar behind. 
He knew the Seat of Paradise, 
Could tell in what degree it lies: 
And, as he was dispos'd, could prove it, 
Below the Moon, or else above it:
What Adam dreamt of when his Bride 
Came from her Closet in his side: 
Whether the Devil tempted her 
By a High Dutch Interpreter: 
If either of them had a Navel;
Who first made Musick malleable: 
Whether the Serpent at the fall 
Had cloven Feet, or none at all, 
All this without a Gloss or Comment, 
He would unriddle in a moment 
In proper terms, such as men smatter 
When they throw out and miss the matter.