Their everlasting fountains never fail,
They come in troops and for employment pray;
If I have any wit, it lies only that way.
IV.
But yet I'll try, if thou wilt rid thy mind
Of thoughts of rhyming and of writing well,
And bend thy studies to another kind—
I mean, in craft and riches to excel;
If thou desert thy friends and better wine,
And pay'st no more attendance on the needy Nine.