Whose strange and uncouth words its nonsense do protect
And for it gain the tribute of a sigh.
Thy name, thy years, thy thin and wrinkled face,
Insure success: thy fame will then supply
A stream of briefs, your fortune to replace,
And wealth, and peace, await you ere you die.
And you, whom dumb forgetfulness and care,
T’anxiety and bitter want resigned;
Will hail with joyous look and altered air
Th’ increasing strength and vigour of your mind.