Classic Poem

INTENDED FOR AN IMPROMPIU REPLY TO CERTAIN VERSES SENT ME DURING MY TRIAT .

Denonciation.

I've been denounced; now I denounce —
Yes, verses I denounce — for, learn, sirs,
Their author's wit proclaims him fit
In court to take his turn, sirs.
He treats you here, so that 'tis clear,
A hundred times on you he's jested —
May it please your Honors on the Bench
To have that man arrested

He's laughing at the chains with which
The press you seek to fetter now, sirs;
The brave, he's sure, will fame secure —
Can you all this allow, sirs?
He dares to vaunt the voice whose chant
Consoled the brave, when ills they breasted —
May it please your Honors on the Bench
To have that man arrested

He showers his flatteries upon those
Who persecutions have to bear, sirs;
His song might tell our country's woes —
'Twere treason, you're aware, sirs.
Wreak vengeance on his wit for that
With which my Muse he hath invested —
May it please your Honors on the Bench
To have that man arrested.