—The roaring sea Was not more boist'rous than his eloquence, Nor yet more changeful than his mind; at times He talk'd against tyranny; at times he lov'd it, And wrote a panegyric upon kings. His genius was exalted, learning great, Yet would he boast of prejudice, and declare That it was infamous to try to mend The lot of suff'ring man. He wept to think That millions now were free, who once were slaves. He wish'd the many still might be oppress'd To aggrandize the few; bastile he lov'd, And honour title as Intrinsic worth. Popes were to him infalible, divine, And humankind mere reptiles in his sight. O such a man, so gifted, is a scourge!
