You say a “Spenser” you admire,
And “Glover’s” works delight in;
But should your eyes behold a “Prior”
Your wits away ’twould frighten,
For why? you ne’er could bear a “Hood.”
“Cotton” ’s your detestation;
You place a “Locke” on what is “Good”
Nor give your “Cook” a ration.
You asked me t’other day to dine,
And if I’m not mistaken,