Who seeks to purchase fame by childish tales.
Then, let my verse, once more, attempt the skies,
The easily persuaded poet cries,
Since meaner works you men of taste despise.
The walls of Troy shall be our loftier stage,
Our mighty theme the fierce Achilles’ rage.
The strength of Hector, and Ulysses’ arts
Shall boast such language, to adorn their parts,
As neither Hobbes nor Chapman cou’d bestow,
Or did from Congreve, or from Dryden flow.