O thou whom Poesy abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou yon groan? - Proceed no further!
'Twas laurel'd Martial calling ' Murther!'

O you whom Poesy abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard you yonder groan? - Proceed no further!
It was laureled Martial calling ' Murder!'