The groans of Learning tell that Johnson dies— Adieu, great Critick of Collossal size; Grateful, ye Virtues, round his tomb attend, And deeply mourn your energetick friend.
Avaunt, ye Vices, he was foe to you, Yet one, the sublest of your tribe, he knew— He knew — but, Envy, to his fame be just! And, though you staind his spirit, spare his dust.
