Clear, and succinct, the lower Class to teach,
And oft, above the towring Artists Reach;
Where the gay Ornament you please to place,
And where it gives a Majesty and Grace.
These are the Rules, will live in future Days,
The Youth's Director, and the Poet's Lays,
'Tis these will shine when in Oblivion lay'd:
The Goths forgotten, and the Moderns dead.
The skillful Archer, may his Aim mistake;
And the best Hand in Musick, Jarring make: