He had sung against all battles, and again

In their high praise and glory; he had called

Reviewing "the ungentle craft," and then ¹²

Became as base a critic as e'er crawled—

Fed, paid, and pampered by the very men

By whom his muse and morals had been mauled:

He had written much blank verse, and blanker prose,

And more of both than any body knows.