Apt alliteration's artful aid.

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

There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.

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…