With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

In ashes of despaire, though burnt, shall make thee live.

O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.

Malice, in its false witness, promotes its tale with so cunning a confusion, so mingles truths with falsehoods, surmises with certainties, causes of no moment with matters capital, that the accused can absolutely neither grant nor deny, plead innocen