And highly charm’d were with th’ oration,
Till one fierce crow their notice draws,
Who thus address’d the feather’d nation:—
“Rebels accurs’d!” he frown’d and cried,
“How could you this old traitor hear?
Who thus dare kings and priests deride,
Whom men should worship and revere.
“I see your doom, ye trait’rous crew!”—
Th’ impatient throng would hear no more;
With furious bills they at him flew,