Epilogue, There’s Something in a Stupid Ass

There’s something in a stupid ass,
       And something in a heavy dunce;
But never since I went to school
       I heard or saw so damned a fool
As William Wordsworth is for once.

And now I’ve seen so great a fool
       As William Wordsworth is for once;
I really wish that Peter Bell
       And he who wrote it were in hell,
For writing nonsense for the nonce.

3.

It saw the “light in ninety-eight,”
       Sweet babe of one and twenty years!
And then he gives it to the nation
       And deems himself of Shakespeare’s peers!

He gives the perfect work to light!
       Will Wordsworth, if I might advise,
Content you with the praise you get
       From Sir George Beaumont, Baronet,
And with your place in the Excise!