WITH sleek appearance, and with ambling pace,
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face,
The Proteus H—LL put in his modest plea —
Let favour speak for others, worth for me.
For who like him his various pow'rs could call
Into so many shapes, and shine in all?
Who could so nobly grace the motley list,
Actor, Inspector, Doctor, Botanist.
Knows any one so well, sure no one knows,
At once to play, prescribe, compound, compose?
Who can? — But WOODWARD came, — H—LL slipp'd away,
Melting like ghosts before the rising day.