This Satire is a piece of glass
Wherein the 'holder sees the face
Of all society and does pass
Along until he comes to trace
own and curses both the poet and his pose
And says,' this is not poetry but scribbler's prose!

in hambly bow to all that's good
In society; and such I pray
I might not be misunderstood
For whipping those that go astray;
nowet me confess, I am blunt and plain
The which might cause in sensitive persons pain

As blunt and plain...