Old Doctor Delve, a scribbling quiz,
Afraid of critics' jibes,
By turns assumes the various phiz
Of three old classic scribes.
Though now with high erected head,
And lordly strut he'll go by us,
He once made lawyers' robes, 'tis said,
And called himself _Mac-robius_.
Last night I asked the man to sup,
Who showed a second alias;
He gobbled _all my jellies up_,
O greedy _Aulus Gellius_.
On Sunday, arrogant and proud,
He purrs like any tom-puss,
And reads the Word of _God so loud_,
He must be _Theo-pompus_.
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