Too much satirical and ribaldric Poetry, Satire has long since done his best; and curst Touch'd with a coat from heav'n, assume the lyre, By flowing numbers and a flow'ry style, Which now and then sweet poetry may cure; Stamp'd on the well-bound quarto, grace the shelf, To float a bubble on the breath of fame, Prompt his endeavour, and engage his aim, Sternhold and Hopkins preferred to Pope, &c. Debas'd to servile purposes of pride, Proof of a trifling and a worthless mind. A. Hail Sternhold, then; and Hopkins, hail! B. Amen. If flatt'ry, folly, lust, employ the pen ; If acrimony, slander, and abuse, Give it a charge to blacken and traduce; Though Butler's wit, Pope's numbers, Prior's ease, One madrigal of their's is worth them all. |