ABSTRACT
With sharpen'd sight pale Antiquaries pore, 35 Th' inscription value, but the rust adore; This the blue varnish, that the green endears, The sacred rust of twice ten hundred years I To gain Pescennius one employs his schemes, One grasps a Cecrops in ecstatic dreams; 40 Poor Vadius, long with learned spleen devour'd, Can taste no pleasure since his Shield was scour'd; And Curio, restless by the Fair-one's side, Sighs for an Otho, and neglects his bride.
