Of Gammer Gurton’s[18] loss she told,
And laugh’d at Hodge’s awkward smart.
Come from thy wildly-winding stream,
First-born of Genius, Shakspeare, come!
The listening World attends thy theme,
And bids each elder Bard[19] be dumb:
For thou, within the human Mind
Fix’d, as on thy peculiar throne,
Sitt’st like a Deity inshrined;
And either Muse is all thine own!