“Yourself and your friends!” cried the God in high glee;
“And pray my frank visitor, who may you be?”
“Who be?” cried the other; “why really—this tone—
William Gifford’s a name, I think pretty well known.”
“Oh—now I remember,” said Phœbus;—“ah true—
My thanks to that name are undoubtedly due:
The rod, that got rid of the Cruscas and Lauras,
—That plague of the butterflies—sav’d me the horrors;
The Juvenal too stops a gap in one’s shelf,
At least in what Dryden has not done himself;