Judge of the dead,
Sworn foe to witticism,
By men call'd criticism,
Came passing by that way:
Rise! cried the fiend, behold a sight of gladness!
Behold the rival theatre!
I've set O. P. at her,[27]
Who, like a bull-dog bold,
Growls and fastens on his hold.
The many-headed rabble roar in madness;