—, or — from the Tomb,
Which shades their Ashes till the final Doom,
The dire Effects of vicious Writings view,
How wou'd they mourn to think what might ensue!
Blush at their Works, for no one End design'd,
But to embellish Vice, and taint the Mind!
No more their dear-bought Fame wou'd raise their Pride;
But Terrors wait on Talents misapply'd.