And fhall these wretches bards commence Without or fpirit, taste, or sense? And when they bring no other treasure, Shall I admire them for their measure? Because I will not learn of fools? A race of blockheads dull and vain, Thefe These butchers of a poet's fame While they ufurp the critic's name, Cry" This is taste that's my opinion." And poets dread their mock dominion. So have you feen with dire affright, The petty monarch of the night, Seated aloft in elbow chair, Command the prisoners to appear, Harangue an hour on watchmen's praise, And on the dire effect of frays; Then cry, "You'll fuffer for your daring, "And d-n you, you fhall pay for fwearing." Then turning tell th' astonish'd ring, I fit to represent the KING. The HARE and TORTOISE, 1757. G A FABLE. ENIUS, bleft term, of meaning wide, For fure no term fo misapply'd, How many bear thy facred name, Thus fools have chriften'd inclination. But yet fuppofe a genius true, Exempli gratiá, me or you: Whate'er he tries with due attention, You'd fwear he learnt by intuition. Suppose Suppose your watch a Graham make, No watch, when going, goes fo true; If ne'er wound up with proper care, Some genial spark of Phœbus' rays, Without it Genius vainly tries, In days of yore, when time was young, When birds convers'd as well as fung, When use of speech was not confin'd, Merely to brutes of human kind, A forward Hare, of swiftness vain, Wou'd oft deride the drudging croud: He'd boast, his flight 'twere vain to follow, A Tortoise heard his vain oration, Come, 'tis a match, nay, no denial, I lay my 'Twas done and done, all fair, a bet, Judges prepar'd, and distance set. The fcamp'ring Hare outstript the wind, The creeping Tortoise lagg'd behind, And |