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Rh So, with a colonel at his back, The Libel feels his first attack; He calls it a seditious paper, Writ by another patriot Drapier; Then raves and blunders nonsense thicker Than aldermen o'ercharg'd with liquor; And all this with design, no doubt, To hear his praises hawk'd about; To send his name through every street, Which erst he roam'd with dirty feet; Well pleas'd to live to future times, Though but in keen satirick rhymes. So Ajax, who, for aught we know, Was justice many years ago, And minding then no earthly things, But killing libellers of kings; Or, if he wanted work to do, To run a bawling news-boy through; Yet he, when wrapp'd up in a cloud, Entreated father Jove aloud, Only in light to show his face, Though it might tend to his disgrace. And so th' Ephesian villain fir'd The temple which the world admir'd, Contemning death, despising shame, To gain an ever-odious name. . VIII.