‘O, yes, I have skimmed it—’tis terrible trash,
An oleo of nonsense, an ill-savour’d hash.’
‘Sir, good Mr. Shuttlecock’s pamphlet, depend on’t,
Which now is just published, will soon make an end on’t’—
‘I heard,’ cries another, ‘at Cadell’s to-day,
That Johnson’s in town, and is writing away;
I was charmed with his Milton; what judgment and spirit!
Mr. Rattlesnake, sure you’ll allow this has merit?
You’ve read it, no doubt, Sir,’—‘Not I, Sir, indeed—
Read Johnson!—I’d sooner subscribe to the creed!—