Oh! ye great authors luminous, voluminous!

Ye twice ten hundred thousand daily scribes!

Whose pamphlets, volumes, newspapers, illumine us!

Whether you're paid by government in bribes,

To prove the public debt is not consuming us—

Or, roughly treading on the "courtier's kibes"

With clownish heel[501] your popular circulation

Feeds you by printing half the realm's starvation;—