A thread here writ has been called MOAB, Mother,
And wov'n close, both matter, form and style;
The subject new: it walked the town awhile,
Numb'ring good intellects; now one and then another.
Cries the thread-reader, 'Bless us! what a word on
A title-page is this!'; and some in file
Stand spelling false, while one might walk to Mile-
End Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon,
Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?
Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek
That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
Their posts, like ours, rich with both Witte and Cheek,
Offer much learning for the soul to clasp,
Richer than Cambridge; more obtuse than Greek.