BRISTOL! thou Seat of Dulness and of Gain, The Foe of Genius, Worth, and Eloquence, To Time's last Hour thy Name will bear a Stain, For vile Neglect of BURKE'S transcendent Sense!
Yet must we own thy Conduct was but right, For well thou know'st he was not fit for thee; A Mind like his, Man's Wonder and Delight, Could ne'er be made the Slave of Fools to be.
