So Rome to me would a Mecænas give.
The ingenious Mr. Oldham, the glory of our late Age, in one of his Satyrs, makes the renowned Spenser's Ghost thus speak to him, disswading him from the Study of Poetry.
Chuse some old English Hero for thy Theme,
Bold Arthur, or great Edward's greater Son,
Or our fifth Henry, matchless to renown;
Make Agin-Court, and Crescy-fields out-vie
The fam'd Laucinan-shores, and walls of Troy;
What Scipio, what Mæcenas wouldst thou find;
What Sidney now to thy great project kind?
Bless me! how great a Genius! how each Line