The coats in tatters, and the cuts in wood.
There, too, “The English History,” by the pen
Of Doctor Cooke, and other learned men,
In numbers, sixpence each; by these was seen,
And highly prized, the Monthly Magazine—
Not such as now will men of taste engage,
But the cold gleanings of a former age, 130
Scraps cut from sermons, scenes removed from plays,
With heads of heroes famed in Tyburn’s palmy days.
The rest we pass—though Peter pass’d them not,