"Through ev'ry _Pannel_ let thy Virtue tell How BUTE prevail'd, how PITT and TEMPLE fell! How ENGLAND'S sons (whom they conspir'd to bless Against our Will, with insolent success) Approve their fall, and with addresses run, How got, God knows, to hail the SCOTTISH Sun! Point out our fame in war, when Vengeance, hurl'd From the strong arm of Justice, shook the world; Thine, and thy Country's honour to increase, Point out the honours of succeeding Peace; Our _Moderation_, Christian-like, display, Shew, what we got, and what we gave away. In Colours, dull and heavy as the tale, Let a _State_-Chaos through the whole prevail. "But, of events regardless, whilst the Muse, Perhaps with too much heat, her theme pursues; Whilst her quick Spirits rouze at FREEDOM'S call, And every drop of blood is turn'd to gall, Whilst a dear Country, and an injur'd Friend, Urge my strong anger to the bitterest end, Whilst honest trophies to Revenge are rais'd, Let not One real Virtue pass unprais'd. Justice with equal course bids Satire flow, And loves the Virtue of her greatest foe. "O! that I here could that rare Virtue mean, Which scorns the rule of Envy, Pride and Spleen, Which springs not from the labour'd Works of Art, But hath its rise from Nature in the heart, Which in itself with happiness is crown'd, And spreads with joy the blessing all around! But truth forbids, and in these simple lays Contented with a different kind of Praise, Must HOGARTH stand; that Praise which GENIUS gives; In Which to latest time the _Artist_ lives, But not the _Man_; which, rightly understood, May make us great, but cannot make us good, That Praise be HOGARTH'S; freely let him wear The Wreath which GENIUS wove, and planted there. Foe as I am, should Envy tear it down, Myself would labour to replace the Crown. "In walks of Humour, in that cast of Style, Which, probing to the quick, yet makes us smile; In Comedy, his nat'ral road to fame, Nor let me call it by a meaner name, Where a beginning, middle, and an end, Are aptly join'd; where parts on parts depend, Each made for each, as bodies for their soul, So as to form one true and perfect whole, Where a plain Story to the eye is told, Which we conceive the moment we behold, HOGARTH unrival'd stands, and shall engage Unrival'd praise to the most distant age.