Enough! the spectre cried, Enough!
No more of your fugacious stuff,
Trite anecdotes and stories!
Rude martyrs of Sam. Johnson's name,
You rob him of his honest fame,
And tarnish all his glories.
First in the fertile tribe is seen
Tom Tyres, in the Magazine,
That teazer of Apollo!
With goose-quill he, like desperate knife,