1763 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Tobias Smollett

Anonymous, in The Triumph of the Beasts, a Satire (1763) 9.



"Hold! Cries the printer, — "no predestin'd joke;
Suspend the crack: — The public's greatest care
Is to prevent explosions in the air;
Besides the consternation it would raise—
A conflagration of the sons of Bays."
True, worthy Sir, why should so many fall,
Whose heads with reason never ach'd at all?
Unless you judge them as a Popish clime,
And burn the whole as heretics in rhyme:
'Tis done — a noble thought — the pile prepare,
Be that industrious beaver first thy care.
Let various S—t, with his British verse,
Ascend,
Romance the undertaker to his hearse,
And, if he pleases, let him there abuse
The bench, the dire confiner of his muse.