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Show 4fc*£ Sfooken byoMifs Porter WHo wbrfeihan Poefs[in'their'Trya1sfare, ' There'1 s no appealing^ you Caft '.em here; And none before you** fire to gam his Caufe, For as your humours change, you change your Laws. Nay, oft to be at cruel as you can, Tou Damn the Caufe if you diflike the Man : But for fome darlitsg Wit, like Molere'/ Fop, Tou cry ''tis fine before the Curtain's up. Our Author dares notto-h*s -Merit truft, Tet hopes you maty fc kind and no: unjujl ; To pleafe Ambitious, by the fair eft way, He tryes not her Intreft, but his Play. Vain M he is to fancy that will do, Without careffing and engaging you. No F*&ion flatter'd, and no Party made, He well may of his fortune be afraid. For as in bufimfs to be good and wife, Is found a^moft -uncertain way to vife. So in Apollo's CourYwithout a Friend, A Mufe can little on her felf depend. Exceptions to our Jury might we make Perhaps it wou'd not be fo hard to take. But whither by. your Votes they ft and or fall, Poor Poets arelobl'tgd to take you all. When- for themfelves they've any-thingto-fay, Tou flop their mouths by telling 'cm you pay. A port and weighty Argument, we own, Tet pray eonfider, Sirs, when all is done, T r j hard to Damn a Man for half a Crown. FINIS. |
