Such he, whose wit made wond’ring senates roar,
And those to blush that never blush’d before.
Anticipation gave him sterling fame,
The Wreath of Fashion a poetic name.
And Nature gave, and at the gift repines,
At pension’d wit and prostituted lines.
Be your’s, O Tickell, to correct this vice,
That deals out praise or censure at a price,
And in one grand example prove to men,
How weak is Wit, when Party holds the pen;