In strains delightful and sublime,
He speaks in prose, and writes in rhyme;
“And when he writes in rhyme will make
The one verse for the other’s sake.
The one for sense, and one for rhyme,
He thinks sufficient at a time.”
Yet though his rhymes may be baptiz’d,
Nothing but prosing poetiz’d,
There’s still some difference between ’em,
Which all can tell who’ve ever seen ’em.