Let none but fiends incarnate, quote;

For, why should men or angels name

What only sprites infernal claim;

Or, why should men, to darkness, turn,

A hell-curs'd villain's verse, to learn;

Or, in poetic marshes, grope,

To save a scoundrel from the rope;—

To save from damn'd oblivion, Park,

The vilest hound of hell, to bark,

To howl, to scream, and vilify

The rich, the poor, the low, the high;

Who pours on virtue's hallow'd leaf

The vile pollutions of a thief;

Who age, nor youth, nor beauty spares;

But, vulture-like, voracious, tears

The guileless maid and spotless heart,

And stabs them with his venom'd dart!

Let Satan bind, with chains of fire,

This vain, conceited, bestial liar;

Whom gods, and men, and angels spurn,

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