Or soften the din of necessity’s cry?

Of hunger and want, the loud clamours repel;

Or crush the poor moth that would on you revel!

For poets and prophets the world has decreed,

On fame and on faith may luxuriously feed!

Here the puss interpos’d with a strut and a stare,

Pray good madam muse, your suggestions forbear!

On virtue and worth I’m resolved to attend,

A firm, if I am not a plentiful friend.

Tho’ not swell’d with gold, and with metal extended,