So when fam’d Butler wou’d Rebellion paint,
He lasht the Traitor and the Mimic Saint.
Sir Hudibras he sung; the crumpled Wight,
Contempt and Laughter ever will excite.
The Blatant-Beast once more has broke his Chains,
Disperses Falshoods, and remorseless reigns.
Scornful of all thy Verses dare design,
(Where useless Epithets crowd ev’ry Line,)
The Blatant-Beast shall be afresh pursu’d,
Nor cease my Labours till again subdu’d.