The rude memorial of some ancient song,
Whose martial strains, and rugged minstrelsy,
Once waked to rapture every listening throng.
To trace fair Science through each wildering course,
With new ideas to enlarge the mind,
With useful lessons drawn from Classic source,
At once to polish and instruct mankind,
Their times forbade; nor yet alone represt
Their opening fancy; but alike confined
The senseless ribaldry, the scurvy jest,