TO SHIPPEN, APOLLO was cold with Respect, TR--P, Y—G and VANBRUGH expected Reward, Pert B-LL came next, and demanding the Bays, Said, those Works must be good, which hadADDISON'S Praise; But APOLLO reply'd, Child EUSTACE, 'tis known Then PHPS came forth, as starch as a Quaker, Whose fimple Profeffion's a Paftoral-maker; APOLLO advis'd him from Playhouse to keep, And pipe to nought else but his Dog and his Sheep. H-HS, H-HS, F―TON, and G-y, came last in the Train, Too modeft to ask for the Crown they would gain: PHOEBUS thought them too bashful, and said they would need More Boldness if ever they hop'd to fucceed. APOLLO now driv'n to a curfed Quandary, Was wishing for SWIFT, or the fam'd Lady MARY: Nay, had honeft TOM SOUTHERN but been within call But at last he grew wanton, and laugh'd at them all: And fo'fpying one who came only to gaze, All the Wits stood astonish'd, at hearing the God So gravely pronounce an Election fo odd: And tho' PRIOR and POPE only laugh'd in his Face, Moft others were ready to fink in the Place. Yet Yet fome thought the Vacancy open was kept, Concluding the Bigot would never accept: But the Hypocrite told them, he well understood, Tho' the Function was wicked, the Stipend was good. At laft in rush'd EUSDEN, and cry'd, "Who fhall have it, "But I, the true Laureat, to whom the King gave it? APOLLO begg'd pardon, and granted his Claim ; But vow'd, tho' till then he ne'er heard of his Name. On On the TIMES INCE in vain our Parfons teach, SIN Hear, for once, a Poet preach. Vice has loft its very Name, Skill and Coz'nage thought the fame; Only playing well the Game, Foul Contrivances we fee Call'd but Ingenuity. Ample Fortunes often made Out of Frauds in ev'ry Trade, But, if once the Fool is gone, Years of Thrift fcarce ferve a Day, I Husbands Husbands freaking for a Place, Or toiling for their Pay; While the Wives undo their Race By Petticoats and Play. Breeding Boys to Drink and Dice, Carrying Girls to Comedies, Where Ma-ma's Intrigues are fhown, Which e'er long will be their own. Tedious Day is weekly kept By worse Hypocrites, than Men, Till Monday comes to cheat agen. Ev'n among the nobleft-born, Moral Virtue is a Scorn Gratitude, but rare at best ; And Fidelity a Jeft. All our Wit but Party-mocks; All our Wisdom, raising Stocks: Counted Folly to defend Sinking Side, or falling Friend. Long |