From the regions of night, with his head in a sack,
Ascended a person accoutred in black,
And upward directing his circular eye whites;
( Like the Jure-divino political Levites )
And leaning his elbow on Rivington's shelf,
While the printer was busy, thus mus'd with himself:
“My mandates are fully complied with at last,
“New arms are engrav'd, and new letters are cast:
“I therefore determine and freely accord,
“This servant of mine shall receive his reward.”
Then turning about, to the printer he said,
“Who late was my servant shall now be my Aid;
“Since under my banners so bravely you fight,
“Kneel down!— for your merits I dubb you a knight,
“From a passive subaltern I bid you to rise
“The Inventor as well as the Printer of lies.”