text:  Our Hogarth here a grand improver shines And nobly on the gen'ral plan refines: He like himself o'erleaps the servile bound; Worth is his mark wherever worth is found; Should painters only his vast wrath suffice? Genius in ev'ry walk is lawful prize: 'Tis a gross insult to his o'ergrown state; His love to merit is to feel his hate