Was with poetic rapture fir'd;
His noble strains, and verse to raise,
Singing of heaven, his tuneful lays,
In numbers born to lasting fame,
I beg you'll tell this writer's name.
Next him, another Author tell,
Who wrote in numbers soft and well;
Whose lines were tutor'd to convey,
To every heart the moral lay,
Whose Cato and Spectators shine,