While stupid Riot stands in Humour’s Place,
And bestial Filth, Humanity’s Disgrace,
Low Lewdness, unexcited by Desire,
And all great †† Wilmot’s Vice, without his Fire.
At length, when banish’d Pallas shall withdraw,
And Wit’s made Treason by the Popian Law;
When minor Dunces cease, at length, their Strife,
And own thy Patent to be dull for Life;
By Tricks sustain’d, in Poet-craft compleat,
Retire triumphant to thy Twick’nam Seat;