A modest hope—but Modesty's my forte,

And Pride my feeble:[741]—let us ramble on.

I meant to make this poem very short,

But now I can't tell where it may not run.[NO]No doubt, if I had wished to pay my court

To critics, or to hail the setting sun

Of Tyranny of all kinds, my concision[742]Were more;—but I was born for opposition.