On seeing Mr Hayley’s Works invidiously criticised

Rise, kindred dunces, from your drear abodes,
Where Folly nurs’d you, and where Envy goads!
Rise, till your growing numbers equal those
That hurl’d at POPE’S bright verse their murky prose!
So you, at length, may raise the tardy ire
By Wit and Genius arm’d with all their fire.
Rise! that another DUNCIAD soon may save
Your venom’d tribe from Lethe’s whelming wave,
And HAYLEY bear you through the walks of time,
Rendering your worthless names immortal as his rhyme!