His speeches were brilliant, resistless, and grand,
His character cordial, attaching, and bland:
Still born to improve us in every part,
His wisdom our judgment, his genius our heart.
The terror of coxcombs, the wonder of wits,
He could hit all their blots, he could ward all their hits;
When they blunder’d, and thunder’d, and smarted, and swore,
He but quizz’d them the quicker, and cut them the more!—
The Hermit of Vauxhall.[15]