Voltaire makes verse, and of himself makes mirth

To the remotest age! Rousseau's the third

Who, driven to despair amid such dearth

Of people that want praising, finds no one

More fit to praise than Paul the simpleton!

CXXIII

"Somebody says—if a man writes at all

It is to show the writer's kith and kin

He was unjustly thought a natural;