But not a soul will budge to give him place.
Since, then, unhelp'd, our bard must now conform
"To 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,"
Blame where you must, be candid where you can,
And be each critic the Good-natured Man.
STANZAS ON WOMAN.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,