Girls with Three Names, who know not Who from Whom!

As then the Poet for his morning Sup

Fills with a Metaphor his mental Cup,

Do you devoutly read your Manuscripts

That Someone may, before you burn them up!

And if the Bosh you write, the Trash you read,

End in the Garbage-Barrel—take no Heed;

Think that you are no worse than other Scribes,

Who scribble Stuff to meet the Public Need.

So, when WHO’S-WHO records your silly Name,