Against the Freedom of the Press, Two sorts of men their rage express, And these you'll find incessant railers— I mean some Critics and some Sailors. Take Sailors in the time of war, A free PRESS they all abhor: In peace some Critics do the same, I'll CR—K—R, G—FF—D, S—TH—Y name; At base enactments, vile restrictions, On which the good cast maledictions, Such Critics chuckle — so they may, Who love, and well deserve THE BAY!*
* "The Poet's laurel, and the Critic's bay." — POPE.
