Is big with Sense! how glorious a design
Does through the whole, and each proportion shine!
How lofty all his Thoughts, and how inspir'd!
Pity, such wondrous Parts are not preferr'd:
Cry a gay wealthy Sot, who would not bail,
For bare Five Pounds the Author out of Jail,
Should he starve there and rot; who, if a Brief
Came out the needy Poets to relieve,
To the whole Tribe would scarce a Tester give.
But some will say, it is not so much the Patrons as the Poets fault, whose wide Mouths speak nothing but Bladders and Bumbast, treating only of trifles, the Muses Haberdashers of small wares.