From The Baviad, William Gifford (1791)

                   But far from me the throng, Who fancy fire in Laura’s ¹ vapid song, Who Anna’s ² bedlam-rant for sense can take, And over Edwin’s mewlings keep awake; 45Yes, far from me, whate’er their birth or place, These long-ear’d judges of the Phrygian race, ⁴ Their censure and their praise alike I scorn, And hate the laurel by their followers worn! Let such, (a task congenial to their powers,) At sales and auctions waste the morning hours, While the dull noon away in Rumford’s fane, ⁵ And snore the evening out at Drury-lane. ^*