Vile chroniclers of vice, do ye pretend Beware, ye youths, beware of Cantwell's art; Lies on his tongue, and malice at his heart. Behold the foul he-gossip; let him pass, This would-be lion is at best an ass. The spirit of a scold, a pot-boy's wit, Mark! in these times how talent is despised, The country, with its infinite delights prose, The melody of birds for harlot's throats, What shall we call thee, Fashion? ape of apes, Thou Proteus goddess with a thousand shapes. "Great wits to madness sure are near allied," This well might gall our intellectual pride: 21 20 Else why when "Senates hung on all he spoke," Risk, for a moment's laugh, his well-earn'd fame, That 'gainst him boys and witlings might declaim! 22 Some say for office that e'en Peel's unfit,2 23 That Castlereagh wants firmness, Canning wit. Say rather truth, that trampled nations cry For vengeance on wide-spreading tyranny ; That Draco-lawgivers offenders strike, For murder and for forgery alike; That laws are wrested from their just intent; That avarice all-grasping grinds the poor, To squeeze from o'er-work'd hands one penny more: That usurers, contractors, jobbers live In splendor, nay, that vile informers thrive; 20 POESY; A SATIRE. That dark-brow'd methodists throughout the land, 24 "Mid canting converts hurl sedition's brand;2 The time is come that poets have foretold, The blessed age of paper, not of gold! Revive the May-games, ye fat-acred squires, And make your peasants happy, like your sires. O let their pressing wants your time engross, Read Pope, and imitate the Man of Ross. NOTES ON "POESY." 1 Gods! what a swarm are here! the motley crowd Quis expedivit psittaco suum Xaige Though M- -y sends forth every year a poet! A well-known fashionable bookseller, a wholesale and retail dealer in Venetian, Turkish, and Persian Tales. Goldsmith's Traveller is worth all the "hundred tales of love" and villainy put together. To Portman-square the Byron's name repeat! Lord Byron is undoubtedly the first poet of the day. When all the adventitious advantages, which his poetry has derived |