"Sure 'tis a curse which angry Fates impose, To fortify man's arrogance, that those, Who're fashion'd of some better sort of clay, Much sooner than the common herd decay. What bitter pangs must humbled GENIUS feel! In their last hours, to view a SWIFT and STEELE! How much ill-boding horrors fill her breast When She beholds Men, mark'd above the rest For qualities most dear, plung'd from that height, And sunk, deep sunk, in second Childhood's night! Are Men, indeed, such things, and are the best More subject to this evil than the rest, To drivel out whole years of Ideot Breath, And sit the Monuments of living Death? O, galling circumstance to human pride! Abasing Thought, but not to be denied! With curious Art the Brain, too finely wrought; Preys on herself, and is destroy'd by Thought. Constant Attention wears the active mind, Blots out her powers, and leaves a blank behind. But let not Youth, to insolence allied, In heat of blood, in full career of pride, Possess'd of GENIUS, with unhallow'd rage, Mock the infirmities of reverend age. The greatest GENIUS to this Fate may bow, REYNOLDS, in time, may be like HOGARTH now." 3. The same; but on the palette is introduced the political print described in p. 91. In the second impressions of the plate thus altered,[1] we find the letters N B added on the club, as well as the epithet _infamous_ prefixed to the word _Fallacy_. The shadows on the political print are likewise changed, and deepened; and the words "Dragon of _Wantley_" are added at the end of "I warrant ye." [1] The first was price 1_s._; the second price 1_s._ 6_d._ 4. Print Of the Weighing-house to "_Clubbe's_ Physiognomy;" a humourous pamphlet in quarto, published in 1763, by Mr. _Clubbe_[1] (editor of the History and Antiquities of _Wheatfield_ in _Suffolk_), and dedicated to _Hogarth. W. Hogarth del. L. Sullivan sculp._ It was likewise printed in a collection of this author's works, published at _Ipswich_, 2 vols. 12mo. no date, with a new engraving of the plate. There is also a third engraving of the same design, perhaps executed in the country, for some octavo edition of Mr. _Clubbe's_ pamphlet. [1] I had said in my first edition, that Mr. _Clubbe_ was drowned in the moat that surrounded his house at _Wheatfield_; but readily retract that assertion, having been since informed, that he died a natural death, of old age and infirmities.