An APOLOGUE.
VICE “on a solemn night of state,
In all her pomp of terrour sate,”
Her voice in deep, tremendous tone,
Thus issu’d from her ebon throne:
‘This night at our infernal court,
Let all our ministers resort;
Who most annoys the human race,
At our right hand shall take his place,
Rais’d on a throne—advanc’d in fame—