Than erst in Milton’s hell abounded.
Thus, when the Spartans were in trouble,
Tyrteus help’d them through their hobble,
By singing songs, to raise their courage,
All piping hot, as pepper-porridge.
These are the methods of “dead doing,”
By which to work the wizard’s ruin;
And when with Satan all such trash is,
We’ll rise, like Phenix, on its ashes.
Now, sirs, consent to my PETITION,