Unmindful of the graver moral part,
Contemn these works, if as you run and read,
You find no trophies of th' engraver's art.
Can Bartolozzi's all-enrapturing power
To heavy works the stamp of merit give?
Could Grignion's art protract Oblivion's hour,
Or bid the epic rage of Blackmore live?
In this lone nook, with learned dust bestrewed,
Where frequent cobwebs kindly form a shade,
Some wondrous legend, filled with death and blood,