Another’s already prepared,
Then don’t let your money be spared.
I hate in my price to be stinted—
’Tis such—it will baffle all wit,
’Tis such that no burlesque can hit;
’Tis such so sublime and so grand—
The critics will not understand.
And I long—ah, I long now to show ’em,
The charms of my forthcoming Poem.
From Accepted Addresses, or Præmium Poetarum.
London, Thomas Tegg, 1813.