We’ll laugh at knaves and fools with Swift.
To know the world, its follies see,
Ourselves from ridicule to free,
To whom for lessons shall we run,
But to the pleasing Addison?
Great Bacon’s learning; Congreve’s wit,
By turns thy humour well may hit.
How sweet, original, and strong,
How high the flights of Dryden’s song!
He, though so often careless found,