like him laughs at every Thing. But in my humble Opinion, the Title of the Engliſh Rabelais which is given the Dean, is highly derogatory to his Genius. The former has interſpers'd his unaccountably-fantaſtic and unintelligible Book, with the moſt gay Strokes of Humour, but which at the ſame Time has a greater Proportion of Impertinence. He has been vaſtly laviſh of Erudition, of Smut, and inſipid Raillery. An agreeable Tale of two Pages is purchas'd at the Expence of whole Volumes of Nonſenſe. There are but few Perſons, and thoſe of a groteſque Taſte, who pretend to underſtand, and to eſteem this Work; for as to the reſt of the Nation, they laugh at the pleaſant and diverting Touches which are found in Rabelais and deſpiſe his Book. He is look'd upon as the Prince of Buffoons. The Readers are vex'd to think that a Man who was Maſter of ſo much Wit ſhould have made ſo wretched a Uſe of it. He is an intoxicated Philoſopher, who never writ but when he was in Liquor.
