The Three-Headed Priest
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.