The miseries of this idle, selfish, dishonest, wretched man, have been often related by those who are desirous to assist the claims of Literature; but whatever compassion may be excited by the sufferings of Boyse and such as Boyse, is effectually counteracted by indignation at the vices which provoked and deserved them. His Poem upon Deity was highly praised by Fielding. To write piously upon such a theme may expiate the presumption of the attempt, but cannot palliate the folly. Boyse's life will always be read, for the records of human absurdity will always be interesting. His Poems may be consigned to oblivion; they excite little pleasure, and impart no instruction.