In the Public Prints of the Year 1783

Rise, kindred dunces, from your drear abodes, Where Folly nurs’d you, and where Envy goads! Rise, till your growing numbers equal those That hurl’d at POPE’S bright verse their murky prose! So you, at length, may raise the tardy ire By Wit and Genius arm’d with all their fire. Rise! that another DUNCIAD soon may save Your venom’d tribe from Lethe’s whelming wave, And HAYLEY bear you through the walks of time, Rendering your worthless names immortal as his rhyme!