James Thomson, The Smoaker Smoak'd (1736)
“ Where not one cloud e'er stain'd his purest sky, Hence! and o'er fat Boeotia roll thy steams; Nor spit and spawl about the Muses streams. These maids celestial, like our earthly fair, Cou'd never yet a filthy smoaker bear. Were to the dusky tribe Parnassus free, What clamb'ring up, what crowding shou'd we see? Against the tuneful god what mortal sin? Good lord! what parsons wou'd come bustling in? What foggy politicians, templars, cits! What coffee-house, what ale-house muddy wits! Take this plain lesson, imitating Zany! First learn to write, before you write like any. ”
