Fair Science frown’d not on his humble Birth,
And smooth-tongued Flattery mark’d him for her own.
Large was his wish—in this he was sincere,
Fate did a recompence as largely send,
Gave the poor C——r four hundred pounds a year
And made a dirty minister his friend.
No further seek his deeds to bring to light
For, ah! he offer’d at Corruption’s shrine;
And basely strove to wash an Æthiop white,
While Truth and Honour bled in every line!