At length grown bold, they perch upon his Head,
And with their Meute bedawb what late they fled.
B-ns-n abuse for raising Milton’s Bust,
And impiously molest learn’d Johnston’s Dust.
Religious, he the Psalms in Latin sung,
From hence the Malice of the Deist sprung.
While with a just Derision we survey,
Thy wretched Epitaph on poor John Gay.
Had Peter, Charters thee with Gold supply’d,
Peter and Charters had been deify’d.