No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.

Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, t…

Apt alliteration's artful aid.

But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel-must feel themselves.