Encomiums fuit not this cenforious Time, But to this Genius, join'd with so much Art, And yet so wond'rous, fo fublime a thing, Can all Defert in Sciences exceed. 'Tis great Delight to laugh at some Men's Ways; But a much greater to give Merit Praise. VOL. I. STAN STANZA S. WHEN HEN c'er my foolish Bent to publick Good, Or fonder Zeal for fome mifguided Prince, Shall make my dangʼrous Humour understood, For changing Minifters for Men of Senfe. When vainly proud to fhew my publick Care, In ruling ill, or being over-rul'd. Then, as old Letchers in a Winter's Night Supply with vain Endeavours to impose: Juft Juft fo fhall I as idly entertain Some stripling Patriots, fond of seeming wife; Tell, how I ftill cou'd great Employments gain, Without concealing Truths, or whifp'ring Lyes. Boast of fucceeding in my Country's Cause Say, I refifted the most potent Fraud; And that I was above the being aw'd Not only by my Prince, but thofe he lov'd. Who knows but my Example then may please For Fame and Honour? Till at laft they hear, After much Trouble born, and Danger run, The The Election of a Poet Laureat in 1719. A Famous Affembly was fummon'd of late : To crown a new Laureat camePHOEBUS in state; With all that MONTFAUCON himself could defire, His Bow, Laurel, Harp, and abundance of Fire. At Bartlemew-Fair ne'er did Bullies fo juftle, No County Election e'er made fuch a bustle: From Garret, Mint, Tavern, they all post away, Some thirsting for Sack, fome ambitious of Bay. All came with full Confidence,flufh'd with vainHope, From CIBBER and DURFEY, to PRIOR and POPE. PHOEBUS fmil'd on thefe laft, but yet ne'ertheless, Said, he hop'd they had got enough by the Prefs, |