SOTO
.
A
CHARACTER
.
IN
Soto's
Bosom
you
may
find
The
Glimm'ring
of
a
worthy
Mind
:
Tis
but
a
faint
and
feeble
Ray
,
Imperfect
as
the
dawning
Day
;
Yet
were
the
jarring
Passions
tun'd
,
And
the
wild
Branches
nicely
prun'd
,
The
Soil
from
Thorns
and
Thistles
clear
,
Some
latent
Virtues
might
appear
:
I'th'
Morning
catch
him
,
(
early
tho'
Your
Bird
will
else
be
flown
,
I
trow
,
)
E'er
he
has
reach'd
the
bowzing
Can
,
You'll
find
the
Stamp
of
reas'ning
Man
:
Then
see
the
Wretch
whom
none
can
rule
,
E'er
Night
a
Mad-man
and
a
Fool
;
The
witty
Soto
then
you'll
find
,
Just
level
with
the
brutal
Kind
.
With
crimson
Face
and
winking
Eyes
,
That
look
like
Woodcocks
,
mighty
wise
:
See
streams
a
Current
down
his
Chin
,
From
soft
Tobacco
lodg'd
within
;
Be
pleas'd
to
steal
a
Glance
or
two
,
But
one
may
serve
to
make
you
—
He
fain
wou'd
walk
,
but
cannot
stand
,
And
see
a
Palsy
in
his
Hand
;
And
tho'
his
Throat
has
swallow'd
down
Two
Gallons
of
October
brown
,
His
greedy
Guts
impatient
roar
,
And
seem
to
call
aloud
for
more
:
More
they
shall
have
:
But
hark
,
within
Is
heard
a
rude
and
lawless
Din
:
Wind
,
Ale
,
and
Phlegm
their
Powers
wage
,
And
Hickups
call
them
to
engage
;
And
now
,
Ah
now
!
incessant
flows
The
frothy
Tide
from
Mouth
and
Nose
:
No
more
is
seen
the
cover'd
Ground
,
But
a
huge
River
floating
round
:
Down
drops
the
Youth
,
his
giddy
Head
Falls
easy
on
the
liquid
Bed
:
So
swam
Achilles
fierce
and
brave
,
On
angry
Xanthus's
swelling
Wave
;
And
'scap'd
with
being
wet
to
th'
Skin
;
For
Pallas
held
him
up
by
th'
Chin
:
So
Bacchus
saves
,
by
mighty
Charms
,
His
helpless
Devotee
from
Harms
:
And
Soto
sleeps
till
break
of
Day
,
Then
shakes
his
Ears
and
walks
away
.