unknown author

“ While flatt'rers thrive and parasites shall dine,
While commonwealths afford a Catiline,
Laborious Jonson shall be thought divine.
Thee, Shakespear! poets ever shall adore,
Whose wealthy fancy left so vast a store,
They still refine thy rough but precious ore.
So long shall Cowley be admired above
The crowd, as David's troubles pity move,
Till women cease to charm and youth to love. ”