Thou Cur, half @3French@1, half @3English@1 Breed, Thou Mungrel of @3Parnassus@1, To think tall Lines, run up to Seed, Should ever tamely pass on. Thou write @3Pindaricks@1, and be damn'd! Write Epigrams for Cutlers; None with thy Lyricks can be shamm'd But Chamber-Maids and Butlers. In t' other World expect dry Blows; No Tears can wash thy Stains out; @3Horace@1 will pluck thee by the Nose And @3Pindar@1 beat thy Brains out. |