While ev'ry little Slip was made the Handle,
And Satire's specious Name concealed the Scandal,
We thought that Virtue did this Warmth impart,
Nor saw low Envy lurking in the Heart.
Our Indignation into Grief was turned,
E'en those, who felt the Smart, admired and mourned.
The scribbling unsuccessful envious Fool
Is the fit Subject for our Ridicule.
Those Sons of Dulness here in Crowds resort,
Tho' Dunces on the Record of this Court.