Composed of moral lepers, apes,
Who of true men assume the shapes;
The sole reliance of the base,
To whom we all our woes can trace;
To please this lowest rabble rout,
We trot our meanest hobblers out,
Trimmed up to suit their grov’ling taste,
Their characters smeared o’er with paste;
Their record from some distant State
Comes back upon us when too late;