Most satirists are indeed a public scourge; Their mildest physic is a farrier's purge; Their acrid temper turns, as soon as stirr'd, The milk of their good purpose all to curd. Their zeal begotten, as their works rehearse, By lean despair upon an empty purse.

Poems... A new edition. To which are now first added Olney Hymns, and translations from Madame Guion (ed. 1806)