And here my simile almost tript,
Yet grant a word by way of postscript,
Moreover, Merc'ry had a failing:
Well! what of that? out with it — stealing:
In which our scribbling bards agree,
Being each as great thief as he;
But ev'n his deities' existence
Shall lend my simile assistance.
Our modern bards! why what a pox
Are they but senseless stones and blocks?