On the extravagant terms of flattery, which Mr. Hayley and Miss Seward used in compliments to one another, Porson frequently indulged much satirical observation. The following dialogue is supposed to take place between the parties.
MISS SEWARD loquitur.
Tuneful Poet, Britain’s glory,
Mr. Hayley that is you.
HAYLEY respondet.
Ma’am, you carry all before you,
Trust me Lichfield Swan you do.
MISS SEWARD.
Ode, didactic, epic, sonnet,
Mr. Hayley you’re divine.