The most redoubted doctor Haygarth,

Who erst o’er Perkins’s sconce at Bath,

Broke a whole gallipot of wrath![67]

Oh! could I sing Haygarth’s chef d’œuvre,

That mighty magical manœuvre,

That feat, thn which, you’ll own, if candid,

None greater ever mortal man did!

But ere I “sweep the sounding lyre,”

Or tune Apollo’s fiddle higher,

I’ll steal (although it cost a halter)