Thou pirate nested over Alde!
Stern wrecker of the Established Faith!
From whom the parson shrinks appalled;
In whom the mariner sees his wraith;
Attracts thee in the gassy glare
Of evening some fishmonger's slab?
And still dost mix for supper fare,
The shelly with poetic Crabbe?
Or else, while sinks the enlarging star,
Of night libidinous the herald,
Thou drink'st of ebrious Omar
From the gold goblet named FitzGerald?
Then into Nature's entrails peer'st,
Not finding there the Christian God;
Or on the surface pioneer'st
A beacon to thy fellows, Clodd?
Hither, I pray thee, be't addressed
(Besides the crab and following pill),
Thy news, and when thou quitt'st the nest,
And when the visit to Box Hill.