As would disgust a Wilmot in full blood,
Or shock an Atheist roaring o’er his cups[13]
O shameful profligate abuse of powers,
Indulg’d to you for higher, nobler purposes,
Than to pollute the sacred fount of virtue,
Which, plac’d by heaven, springs in each human breast.
P.
Too true your words. But what of Massinger?[14]
C. M.
O how I love his independent genius,