And, to say truth, its praise deserves to shine
In lays more lofty and more famed than mine:
Oh! that in strains which ne’er should be forgot,
Its deeds were blazon’d forth by Walter Scott!
Then should its name with his be closely link’d,
And live till every mineral were extinct.
Rise, epic bards! be yours the ample field—
Bid W——’s hammer match Achilles’ shield:
As for my muse, the chaos of her brain,
I search for specimens of wit in vain;