Hundred invectives more I often use
Against the Poet and his strumpet muse.
But I protest 'tis to dissuade my lady:
For had I wit, Phoebus should be my daddy.
Then, sacred sisters! I implore your bays
100Make me a bard, and I'll descant your praise.'
'No,' quoth the Muses, 'Helicon ne'er brooks
T' have servants which do wear such simple looks.'
So sent him packing with a flea in 's ear.
Apollo called another to appear,