"Behold how Papal Wright with lordly pride
Directs his haughty eye to either side,
Gives forth his doctrine with imperious nod,
And fraught with pride addresses e'en his God.
"Not so the gentle Watts, in him we find
The fairest pattern of a humble mind;
In him the meekest, lowliest virtue dwells,
As mild as light, as soft as ev'ning gales.
"Tuning melodious nonsense, Bradbury stands,
With head uplifted and with dancing hands,