When I look backward for some fifty years, And see protesting patriots turn'd to peers; Hear men, most loose, for decency declaim, And talk of character without a name; See infidels assert the cause of God, And meek divines wield persecution's rod; See men transformed to brutes, and brutes to men, See [Paul] Whitehead take a place, Ralph change his pen, I mock the zeal, and deem the men in sport, Who rail at ministers and curse a court.
