Some present profit, or some future praise?
Though Folly's self inspire each dead-born strain,
Still Flattery prompts some blockhead to commend,
Perhaps e'en Kenrick hath not toiled in vain,
Perhaps e'en Kenrick hath as dull a friend.
For thee, whose Muse with many an uncouth rhyme,
Doth in these lines neglected worth bewail,
If chance (unknowing how to kill the time)
Some kindred idler should inquire thy tale;
Haply some ancient Fellow may reply—