'Yet at the thing you'd never be amazed,'
Knew you the rumpus which the author raised:
'Nor even here your smiles would be represt,'
Knew you these lines—the badness of the best,
'Flame! fire! and flame!' (words borrowed from Lucretius,)
'Dread metaphors which open wounds' like issues!
'And sleeping pangs awake—and—but away'
(Confound me if I know what next to say).
'Lo Hope reviving re-expands her wings,'
And Master G—— recites what Dr. Busby sings!—