Unknown, unhonour'd live, unwept for, die.
Dull as the pictures, which adorn their halls,
They think all learning fix'd within their walls:
In manners rude, in foolish forms precise,
All modern arts, affecting to despise.
Yet prizing Bentley's[6] Brunck's[6] or Porson's[7] note,
More than the verse, on which the critic wrote;
With eager haste, they court the tool of power,
(Whether 'tis PITT or PETTY rules the hour:)
To him, with suppliant smiles they bend the head,