text:  A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull For writing treason and for writing dull; To die for faction is a common evil But to be hang'd for nonsense is the devil: Had thou the glories of thy king exprest Thy praises had been satyr at the best; But thou in clumsy verse unlickt unpointed Hast shamefully defy'd the Lord's anointed: I will not rake the dunghill for thy crimes For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes? But of King David's foes be this the doom May all be like the young man Absalom! And for my foes may this their blessing be To talk like Doeg and to write like thee!" This is the _ne plus ultra_ of personal satire