And seat Pomposus, where your Probus sate.
Of narrow brain, but of a narrower soul,
Pomposus, holds you in his harsh controul;
Pomposus, by no social virtue sway'd,
With florid jargon, and with vain parade;
With noisy nonsense, and new fangled rules,
(Such as were ne'er before beheld in schools,)
Mistaking pedantry, for learning's laws,
He governs, sanctioned but by self applause.
With him, the same dire fate attending Rome,