Wentworth Dillon

“ Who do's not Weep, that Reads the moving Verse!
But hear, oh hear, in what exalted streins
Sicilian Muses through these happy Plains,
Proclaim Saturnian Times, our own Apollo Reigns.
When France had breath'd, after intestine Broils,
And Peace, and Conquest crown'd her forreign Toils,
There (cultivated by a Royal Hand)
Learning grew fast, and spread, and blest the Land ”

“ Had, by Man-Midwifery, got Wealth, and Fame;
As if Lucina had forgot her Trade,
The Lab'ring Wife invok's his surer Aid.
Well-season'd Bowls the Gossyps Spirits raise,
Who, while she Guzzles, Chats the Doctor's Praise.
And largely, what she wants in Words, supplies,
With Maudlin-Eloquence of trickling Eyes.
But what a thoughtless Animal is Man,
(How very Active in his own Trepan!)
For greedy of Physicians frequent Fees,
From Female Mellow Praise He takes Degrees:
Struts in a new Unlicens'd Gown, and then,
From saving Women falls to Killing Men. ”

“ Cui præsens semper pectora numen babet.
Quantum est victuris victuras condere leges,
In litem lauros & revocare novam!
Extinctis vitam dare res est quanta! sed ipse
Quantus! pars minima est Musa diserta Tui. ”