What then? If Vice unblushing hears the sage,
Shall Reason struggle in the check of age?
Shall Truth shut up in complaisance her heart,
Young lend a smile, and Satire drop her dart?
No, let the fiend-like heads of Hydra grow,
Rise as he strikes, and double from the blow;
One honest drudge our Hercules has found,
To sear the monster sprouting in the wound.