Giv’st joy to Jove, while laughter shakes the pole;
And thou, fair Justice, of immortal line,
Hear, and assist the poet’s grand design,
Who aims at triumphs by no common ways,
But on the stem of dulness grafts the bays.
O thou, whatever name delight thine ear.
Pimp! Poet! Puffer! ’Pothecary! Play’r!
Whose baseless fame by vanity is buoy’d,
Like the huge earth self-center’d in the void,
Accept one partner thy own worth t’explore,