Leave making Opera's, and Writing Lyricks,
'Till thou hast Ears and canst alter thy strain;
Stick to thy Talent of bold Panegyricks,
And still remember the breathing the Vein.
Yet if thou thinkest the Town will extol 'em,
Print thy dull Notes, but be thrifty and Wise;
Instead of Angels subscrib'd for the Volume,
Take a round Shilling, and thank my Advice.
In imitating thee this may be charming,
Gleaning from Laureats is no shame at all;