Gallants, by all good Signs it does appear That Sixty Seven's a very damning Year, For Knaves aboard, and for ill Poets here. Among the Muses there's a gen'ral Rot; The Rhyming Monsieur and the @3Spanish@1 Plot, Defie or court, all's one, they go to Pot. The Ghosts of Poets walk within this place, And haunt us Actors wheresoe're we pass, In Visions bloodier than King @3Richard's@1 was. For this poor Wretch, he has not much to say, But quietly brings in his Part o' th' Play, And begs the Favour to be damn'd to-day. He sends me only like a Sh'riffs man here To let you know the Malefactor's neer, And that he means to dye @3en cavalier@1. For, if you shou'd be gracious to his Pen, Th' Example will prove ill to other Men, And you'll be troubled with 'em all agen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DRAB BONNETS by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |