whatfoe'er thy name, Hail mighty Bard too or Durfy, for it's all the fame. To brother bards shall equal praise belong, For wit, for genius, comedy and fong? No coftive Mufe is thine, which freely rakes With ease familiar in the well-known jakes, Happy in skill to foufe through foul and fair, And tofs the dung out with a lordly air. So have I seen, amidst the grinning throng, The sledge procession slowly dragg'd along, Where the mock female fhrew and hen-peck'd male Scoop'd rich contents from either copious pail, Call'd burfts of laughter from the roaring rout, And dash'd and splash'd the filthy grains about. Quit then, my friend, the Mufes' lov'd abode, Your foes fhall thank you, for they know their need. Broad Broad is the path by learning's fons poffefs'd, I, who nor court their love, nor fear their hate, Ill it befits with undiscerning rage, No want of learning, and no dearth of rhymes. The The fee-faw Muse that flows by meafur'd laws, A Magazine muft hand the lady in. How Moderns write, how nervous, ftrong and well, The ANTI-ROSCIAD's decent Mufe does tell: Who, while she strives to cleanse each actor hurt, Sure never yet was happy æra known See every science which the world wou'd know, Your Magazines shall every month bestow, Whose very titles fill the mind with awe, But let not anger with fuch frenzy grow, Drawcanfir like, to ftrike down friend and foe. To real worth be homage duly paid, But no allowance to the paltry trade. My friends I name not (though I boast a few, Fain would I praise, but, when fuch Things oppofe, -'s foes. If manly JOHNSON, with fatyric rage, If his strong Muse with genuine ftrength aspire, HIS the true fire, where creep the witling fry To warm themselves, and light their rushlights by. What What Mufe like GRAY's fhall pleafing penfive flow Attemper'd fweetly to the ruftic woe? Or who like him fhall fweep the Theban lyre, E'en now to guard afflicted learning's caufe, To judge by reason's rules, and nature's laws, Boast we true critics in their proper right, While LowTH and Learning, HURD and Taste unite. Hail facred names! - Oh guard the Muse's page, Save lov'd mistress from a ruffian's rage; your See how the gasps and struggles hard for life, To names like these I pay the hearty vow, Proud of their worth, and not asham'd to bow. |