"There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical."

— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Ginger [etc.]
Date
1805
Metaphor
"There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical."
Metaphor in Context
Here Satan's myrmidons cornuted
Found subjects to their purpose suited;
And fell to work on their worst ends,
Videlicet, their heads (for fiends,
As well as scavengers, may boast
Of sorriest trash they make the most.)
There, as those cells they empty found
Where brains in wiser pates abound,
They fill'd them with mephitic gas
From hell, which downward strove to pass,
But, gaining exit through the throat,
By leave of porter, Epiglott,
Vented itself in fustian storm
Rhetorical.
This, in due form
Reduc'd, concentrated, and penn'd,
They, by choice deputation, send
To Consul grand:--which, e'er you read,
Brief Invocation shall precede.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "cell" and "brain" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
08/29/2005

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.