Genius and Art, ambition’s boasted wings,

Our boast but ill deserve. A feeble aid!

Dedalian enginery! If these alone

Assist our flight, Fame’s flight is Glory’s fall.

Heart merit wanting, mount we ne’er so high, 263

Our height is but the gibbet of our name.

A celebrated wretch, when I behold,

When I behold a genius bright, and base,

Of towering talents, and terrestrial aims;

Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere,