“And now with judgment due, in sad dismay,
He sees himself consign’d to public scorn;
Approach and read, if thou can’st read, the lay
Penn’d in the Post, to Jacobins a thorn;
Epitaph.
“Here hides his head, now humbled to the earth,
A man to John Horne and his Faction known;
Fair talents never smil’d upon his birth,
And Disappointment mark’d him for her own.
“Large were his wishes, but his lot severe;