And bounteous Fancy, for his glowing mind,
Wrought various scenes, and all of glorious kind:
Slaves of the ring and lamp! what need of you,
When Fancy’s self such magic deeds can do?
Though rapt in visions of no vulgar kind,
To common subjects stoop’d our poet’s mind;
And oft when wearied with more ardent flight,
He felt a spur satiric song to write;
A rival burgess his bold Muse attack’d,
And whipp’d severely for a well known fact;