The “tuneful nine,” to see him lash’d,

Hung down their heads and fled abash’d.

“Je suis ce que je suis.”

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Qui Capit, ever discontented,

Envious, jealous, disaffected:

To stigmatise our Vicar’s toils,

The stigma on himself recoils.

Who is he satirical and vain?