You ne'er can wish to purchase shame,
By driving on a losing game:
His feeble hand, though you despise it,
Will make you tremble, should he rise it:
Already has his fancy hit on
A frontispiece for the North Briton;
Where in full view the virtuous pair
Shall thus their various merits share.
"Thy rose and Bible thrown aside,
And the long cassock's tatter'd pride;