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But he, uncall'd, his Patron to controul,
Divulg'd the secret whispers of his Soul:
Stood forth th' accusing Sathan of his Crimes,
And offer'd to the Moloch of the Times.
Prompt to assayle, and careless of defence,
Invulnerable in his Impudence;
He dares the World, and eager of a name,
He thrusts about, and justles into fame.
Frontless, and Satyr-proof he scow'rs the streets,
And runs an Indian muck at all he meets.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$So fond of loud Report, that not to miss
Of being known (his last and utmost bliss)
He rather would be known, for what he is.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Such was, and is the Captain of the test,
Tho' half his Vertues are not here express't;
The modesty of Fame conceals the rest.
The spleenful Pigeons never could create
A Prince more proper to revenge their hate:

Indeed.