This wretched sermonizer, P—n Sc—t, In spite of dulness will not be forgot; But mad alike with poetry and prose, In ev'ry house and pulpit thrusts his nose; Greedy of pelf, of victuals, and of fame, Resolv'd to get a fortune or a name. Since then he's deeply read in Politicks, And to his text of Patriotism sticks, And is beside superlatively dull, E'en make him City-poet, Master B—ll.
