Thus have I seen the snarling curs surround The lordly bull, to bring him to the ground; Their weak attack with high disdain he scorns, Great in his strength, and powerful in his horns. Avaunt, vile slanderer! with thy venom'd breath, One line of Warton's crushes thee to death. But what deserves the base, disloyal pen, Which boldly dares prophane the best of men And best of monarchs! Be his portion shame, And doom'd to infamy his miscreant name. Jan. 1, 1786.
