To the Rev. C. Churchill.
"Non ut pictura poesis."
"Dear Churchill, what ill-fated hour
Has put thee into Hogarth's power?
This railing shows how much you're hurt,
While Hogarth nothing meant but sport;
Transmitting unto future times
What might not live in Churchill's rhymes,—
The perfect hero, poet, sage!
The pride, the wonder of the age!