IX.

In ’mid the house an image stood in state, Like to VOLTAIRE in visage and in shape, Wither’d his heart with fellest rage and hate Shrivell’d and lean his carcase like an ape And numerous crowds upon the same did gape, As he all-naked stood to every eye; Above an altar covered with crape, And formed of his books one might descry, Profane and lewd it was, and cramm’d with many a lie.