Harold Moore was a bilious-countenanced, studious young man.

They shakes hands, and Jerry Moore says, "Is this a friend of yours, Bailey?

Mr Pope, however, very luckily found them in the said play, and, laying violent hands on his own property, transferred it back again into his own works; and, for a further punishment, imprisoned the said Moore in the loathsome dungeon of the Dunciad, where his unhappy memory now remains, and eternally will remain, as a proper punishment for such his unjust dealings in the poetical trade.