ABSTRACT
The gracious Dew of Pulpit Eloquence; And all the well-whipt Cream of Courtly Sense, 70 That first was H-vy's, F-'s next, and then The S-te's, and then H-vy's once agen. o come, that easy Ciceronian stile, So Latin, yet so English all the while, As, tho' the Pride of Middleton and Bland, 75 All Boys may read, and Girls may understandl Then might I sing without the least Offence, And all I sung should be the Nation's Sense: Or teach the melancholy Muse to mourn, Hang the sad Verse on CAROLINA'S Urn, 80 And hail her passage to the Realms of Rest, All Parts perform'd, and all her Children blest I So-Satire is no more-I feel it dieNo Gazeteer more innocent than I! And let, a God's-name, ev'ry Fool and Knave 85 Be grac'd thro' Life, and fiatter'd in his Grave.
