And still broods o’er the closely-kept Lampoon;
The lurking Presents o’er the Tomb he paid,
And thus atton’d our British Virgil’s Shade,
A Mushroom * Satire in his Life conceal’d,
Since chang’d to Libel, and in Print reveal’d;
Who lets not † Beauty base Detraction ’scape,
And mocks Deformity with Æsop’s Shape;
Who Cato’s Muse with faithless Sneers belied,
The Prologue father’d, and the Play decried,
On ‡ H——y’s learned Page, dull-sporting trod,