Cold sons of fiction, clad in stupid prose;
Ye treacherous leaders, who, yourselves in doubt,
Light up false fires, and send us far about;
Still may the spider round your pages spin,
Subtle and slow, her emblematic gin!
Buried in dust, and lost in silence dwell,
Most potent, grave, and reverend friends—farewell!"
REHEARSAL OF THE ORATORIO OF JUDITH.
"O cara, cara! silence all that train;
Joy to great chaos! let division reign."