Some folks imagine pious H—, Attain'd to Virtue's highest pitch: They had been silent, I presume, But that the wrangler died so rich; The press, when that's the case, abounds With "dulcet and harmonious sounds."
His lively periods may procure Attention to the end of time; But, will the world, for such a lure, Forget chicanery's a crime? This prince of sceptics scarce could tell, Why china shiver'd when it fell!
