"Wast thou, like Hogarth, in thine own way good,
Thou in the reading-desk might'st yet have stood;
Though poor,—perhaps a reputable curate,—
Sad! that thy stubborn heart is yet obdurate.
Without fair hope of pension or of place,
To make a shipwreck of divinest grace!"
—Ephraim Knox.
To Mr. Hogarth.
"Brighthelmstone, July 9, 1763.
"Sir,—You see the effects of the salt waters here; they incline us to scribble by way of amusement. I have sent you the following stanzas, which you may print or do what you please with:—