Oh! never mind, I will pick up a stanza,
Laugh at his harp—and then pilfer its strings!
What though you tell me each metrical puppy
May make of such parodies two pair a day;
Mocking birds think they obtain for each copy
Paradise plumes for the parodied lay:—
Ladder of fame! if man can’t reach thy top, he
Is right to sing just as high up as he may;
I’d be a parody made by a puppy,
Who makes of such parodies two pair a day.