So he may gratify without control,
The mean resentments of his selfish soul,
Let Freedom perish, if, to Freedom true,
In the same ruin Wilkes may perish too."
This animated and high-coloured rhapsody, beautiful and fervid as it is, when reduced to plain prose, ends in Liberty, Virtue, and Honour being all aghast, because Hogarth took Mr. Wilkes' portrait without the customary fee! But my readers may be weary of the subject. Enough—
"Enough of Wilkes,—to good and honest men
His actions speak much stronger than my pen."
—Churchill.
