Has poured out his thousands for Charity’s sake,
I’ll lay down my pen, and have “Nothing to Say.”
I shall not describe the Spirit of Cant,
Of popular humbug, and vulgar rant,
And tell how he looks in a tangible form,
And give the length of his horns and claws,
The spread of his wings, the width of his jaws,
And detail the other proportions grim,