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A WIT transported with Inditing	A
Unpay'd unprais'd yet ever Writing	A
Who for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends	B
Had Poems at his Fingers Ends	B
For new Events was still providing	A
Yet now desirous to be riding	A
He pack'd up ev'ry Ode and Ditty	C
And in Vacation left the City	C
So rapt with Figures and Allusions	D
With secret Passions sweet Confusions	D
With Sentences from Plays well known	E
And thousand Couplets of his own	E
That ev'n the chalky Road look'd gay	A
And seem'd to him the Milky Way	A
But Fortune who the Ball is tossing	A
And Poets ever will be crossing	A
Misled the Steed which ill he guided	F
Where several gloomy Paths divided	F
The steepest in Descent he follow'd	G
Enclos'd by Rocks which Time had hollow'd	G
Till he believ'd alive and booted	H
He'd reach'd the Shades by Homer quoted	H
But all that he cou'd there discover	I
Was in a Pit with Thorns grown over	I
Old Mammon digging straining sweating	A
As Bags of Gold he thence was getting	A
Who when reprov'd for such Dejections	D
By him who liv'd on high Reflections	D
Reply'd Brave Sir your Time is ended	F
And Poetry no more befriended	H
	-
I hid this Coin when Charles was swaying	A
When all was Riot Masking Playing	A
When witty Beggars were in fashion	J
And Learning had o'er run the Nation	J
But since Mankind is so much wiser	I
That none is valued like the Miser	I
I draw it hence and now these Sums	D
In proper Soil grow up to Plumbs	D
Which gather'd once from that rich Minute	K
We rule the World and all that's in it	L
	-
But quoth the Poet can you raise	D
As well as Plumb trees Groves of Bays	D
Where you which I wou'd chuse much rather	I
May Fruits of Reputation gather	I
Will Men of Quality and Spirit	K
Regard you for intrinsick Merit	K
And seek you out before your Betters	D
For Conversation Wit and Letters	D
	-
Fool quoth the Churl who knew no Breeding	A
Have these been Times for such Proceeding	A
Instead of Honour'd and Rewarded	H
Are you not Slighted or Discarded	H
What have you met with but Disgraces	D
Your PRIOR cou'd not keep in Places	D
And your VAN BRUG had found no Quarter	I
But for his dabbling in the Morter	I
ROWE no Advantages cou'd hit on	M
Till Verse he left to write North Briton	J
PHILIPS who's by the Shilling known	E
Ne'er saw a Shilling of his own	E
Meets PHILOMELA in the Town	N
Her due Proportion of Renown	N
What Pref'rence has ARDELIA seen	O
T'expel tho' she cou'd write the Spleen	O
Of Coach or Tables can you brag	A
Or better Cloaths than Poet RAG	A
Do wealthy Kindred when they meet you	P
With Kindness or Distinction greet you	P
	-
Or have your lately flatter'd Heroes	D
Enrich'd you like the Roman Maroes	D
	-
No quoth the Man of broken Slumbers	D
Yet we have Patrons for our Numbers	D
There are Mec nas's among 'em	Q
	-
Quoth Mammon pray Sir do not wrong 'em	Q
But in your Censures use a Conscience	D
Nor charge Great Men with thriftless Nonsense	D
Since they as your own Poets sing	A
Now grant no Worth in any thing	A
But so much Money as 'twill bring	A
Then never more from your Endeavours	D
Expect Preferment or less Favours	D
But if you'll 'scape Contempt or worse	D
Be sure put Money in your Purse	D
Money which only can relieve you	P
When Fame and Friendship will deceive you	P
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Sir quoth the Poet humbly bowing	A
And all that he had said allowing	A
Behold me and my airy Fancies	D
Subdu'd like Giants in Romances	D
I here submit to your Discourses	D
Which since Experience too enforces	D
I in that solitary Pit	L
Your Gold withdrawn will hide my Wit	L
Till Time which hastily advances	D
And gives to all new Turns and Chances	D
Again may bring it into use	D
Roscommons may again produce	D
New Augustean Days revive	R
When Wit shall please and Poets thrive	R
Till when let those converse in private	K
Who taste what others don't arrive at	S
Yielding that Mammonists surpass us	D
And let the Bank out swell Parnassus	D

Anne Kingsmill Finch

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