XXX. On Wat

[The name of the object of this fierce epigram might be found, but in gratifying curiosity, some pain would be inflicted.]

Sic a reptile was Wat,
Sic a miscreant slave,
That the very worms damn’d him
When laid in his grave.
“In his flesh there’s a famine,”
A starv’d reptile cries;
“An’ his heart is rank poison,”
Another replies.