To shape their weeds as fits their ease, Another fet with ballads waste By what these hawkers fing and cry; In that poor wretched trade of rhyme: Is as much diftant from fuch trash As 'lay'd Dutch coin from fterling cafh. Others Others in lofty nonsense write, But none of all the rhyming herd From its clay cage to lands unknown, But they must weep in elegy: Even when the virtuous foul is foaring Thefe ills, and many more abuses, Which plague mankind, and vex the muses, And all the fair fhall live in peace: And And every one shall die contented, "Forafmuch as a grov'ling crew, "And with vile maggots rub affront "On an old virtuofo nation, "Where our lov'd Nine maintain their station; "We order strict, that all refrain "To write, who learning want, and brain; "Pedants, with Hebrew roots o'ergrown, "Learn'd in each language but their own; "Each spiritlefs half-ftarving finner, "Who knows not how to get his dinner; "Dealers in fmall ware, clinks, whim-whams, "Acroftics, puns, and anagrams; "And all who their productions grudge, "To be canvafs'd by fkilful judge, "Who can find out indulgent trip, "While 'tis in harmless manufcript: "But to all them who disobey, "And jog on still in their own way, "Be 't kend to all men that our will is, "Since all they write fo wretched ill is, They must dispatch their fhallow ghosts "To Pluto's jakes, and take their posts, "There "There to attend till Dis fhall deign "To use their works-the ufe is plain." Now know, ye fcoundrels, if ye ftand To hang, or drive ye helter skelter, And god of harmony provoke : Nor ever hope in verse to shine, Or fhare in Homer's fate or WEALTH, OR THE WOODY: A POEM ON THE SOUTH SEA. THALIA*, ever welcome to this isle, See frae yon bank where South Sea ebbs and flows, How fand-blind Chance woodies and wealth be stows: Aided by thee, I'll fail the wond'rous deep, Long had the grumblers us'd this murm'ring found, "Poor Britain in her public debt is drown'd!" At fifty millions late we started a', And, wow, we wonder'd how the debt wad fa' But * The cheerful mufe, who delights to imitate the actions of mankind, and to produce the laughing comedy; that kind of poetry which is ever acceptable to Britons. |