And each low triumph of the vulgar mind;
With Griffiths, Langhorne, Kenrick, and the tribe,[59]
Whom science loathes and scorn disdains to name,
To snarl unpaid, or, softened by a bribe,
Smear with vile praise, and deem their daubing fame.
Their humble science never soared so far,
In studious trifles pleased to waste their time,
Or wage with common-sense eternal war,
In never-ending clink of monkish rhyme.
Yet were they not averse to noisy Fame,