Now mix these ingredients, which warm’d in the baking,
Turn’d to learning and gaminq, religion and raking.
With the love of a wench, let his writings be chaste;
Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine taste;
That the rake and the poet o’er all may prevail,
Set fire to the head, and set fire to the tail;
For the joy of each sex, on the world I’ll bestow it,
This Scholar, Rake, Christian, Dupe, Gamester, and Poet;
Though a mixture so odd, he shall merit great fame,
And among brother mortals—be Goldsmith his name;