These trick Rhiming Sages,
Observ'd in all Ages,
To dress naked Truth in a Fable;
And tho' ev'ry story,
Out-did Purgatory,
They still were believ'd by the Rabble.
Pray what was Acteon,
Whom Dogs made a Prey on,
But a Sportsman undone by his Chasing;
Or the fam'd Diomede,