But ’tis not easy to refrain
A spirit work’d up to disdain
By wretches insolent and vile,
With a clear conscience all the while.
You’ll ask me, sir, at whom I hint—
In time they may appear in print.
But give me leave to cite a phrase
I met with in my boyish days.
“’Tis dangerous for the mean and low
Too plain their grievances to show.”