He would no time on Smollett’s page bestow;
Such men he knew not, would disdain to know:
And if he read, he travell’d slowly on,
Teazed by the tame and faultless Grandison.
He in that hero’s deeds could not delight—
“He loved two ladies, and he would not fight.” 40
The minor works of this prolific kind
Presented beings he could never find:
Beings, he thought, that no man should describe,
A vile, intriguing, lying, perjured tribe,