And Visionary Honour's frantic Sons,
Who feed on Adulation—let them feed,
Till the full Soul disdains the nauseous Trash,
And sickens with Repletion.—
I will ask,
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No Voice of Fame to spread abroad my Song,
Nor Court Applause—Meonides had Fame,
And with her poverty and pain and Care,
Attendants on the Bard-deluding Nymph,