Bath; A Satirical Novel, with Portraits

Here is another poet of the lakes! and another apostate! a man of infinite genius, but in whose brain there must be many cobwebs, which disfigure the other valuable furniture, and create the same sort of confusion, which we often behold in slovenly and disorderly authors, whose books, manuscripts, maps, 18globes, letters, snuff, pipe and tobacco, are all mixed up together, and covered with the spider’s web from one end to the other.