Who hears him lecture hears e’en Newton read.
Britons attend, be Worth like his approv’d,
And shew you have the Virtue to be mov’d.
With honest Scorn our wond’rous Artist view’d
Meer Machinations on the World obtrude:
French and Italian Puppets pleas’d too long,
And British sense was barter’d for a Song.
Dare to invent yourselves, to Fame aspire,
Be justly warm’d with your own native Fire.
Bridges! those Sounds must ravish every Ear,