Or pay a reckoning with a lofty name:
A poet, to whom fortune is unkind,
Who when he goes to bed has hardly dined,
Takes little pleasure in Parnassus' dreams,
Or relishes the Heliconian streams;
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{ Horace had ease and plenty when he writ,
{ And free from cares for money or for meat,
{ Did not expect his dinner from his wit.
'Tis true; but verse is cherished by the great,