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The Election of a Poet LAUREAT
Famous assembly was fummond of late : [state;
To crown a new Laureat came PHOEBUS in With all that MONTFAUCON himself could desire, His bow, laurel, harp, and abundance of fire.
At Bartlemew-Fair ne'er did bullies so justle,
All came with full confidence, Auth'd with vain hope, From Cubber and DURFEY, to Prior and Pope. PHOEBUS smild on these lást, but yet ne'ertheless, Said, he hop'd they had got enough by the press.
With a huge mountain-load of heroical lumber, Which from Tonson to CurlL ev'ry press had
groan'd under; Came Bl-E, and cry'd, Look, all these are my lays ; But at present I beg you'd but read my ESSAYS.
Lampooners and criticks rush'd in like a tide, Stern DENNIS and GILDON came first side by side.
APOLLO confess’d that their lashes had stings,
Steel long had so cunningly manag'd the town,
Lame CONGREVE, unable such things to endure,
When BUCKINGHAM came, he scarce car'd to be seen,
Yet if the kind God had been ne'er so inclin'd
Notwithstanding this law, yet LANSDOWN was
nam'd, But APOLLO with kindness his indolence blam'd; And said he would chuse him, but that he should fear, An employment of trouble he never could bear.
A * prelate for wit and for eloquence fam’d, APOLLO soon miss’d, and he needs not be nam’d;
* Dr. Atterbury, bilop of Rochester.
Since amidst a whole bench, ofwhich some are so bright, No one of them shines so learn’d and polite.
TO SHIPPEN, APOLLO was cold with respect,
TR -P, Y-Gand VANBRUGH expected reward,
Pert B LL came next, and demanding the bays, Said, Those works must be good, which had ADDI•
son's praise; But APOLLO reply'd, Child EUSTACE, 'tis known, Most authors will praise whatsoever's their own.
Then PH-Ps came forth, as starch as a Quaker,
H-HES, F-TON, and G-Y, came last in the train, Too modest to ask for the crown they would gain : Phoebus thought them too bashful, and said they
would need More boldness, if ever they hop'd to succeed.
APOLLO, now driv'n to a curfed quandary,
Nay, had honest Tom SOUTHERN but been within
call But at last he grew wanton, and laugh’d at them all :
And so spying one who came only to gaze,
All the wits stood astonish'd, at hearing the God
Yet some thought the vacancy open was kept,
At last in rush'd EUSDEN, and cry'd, Who shall
have it, “But I, the true laureat, to whom the king gave it?" APOLLO begg'd pardon, and granted his claim; But vow'd tho’, till then he ne'er heard of his name.
On the TIMES.
INCE in vain our parsons teach,
Hear, for once, a poet preach.
Or toiling for their pay;
By petticoats and play: