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Ammon's great Son one shoulder had too high,
Such Ovid's nose, and "Sir! you have an eye. 115
Go on, obliging Creatures, make me see
All that disgrac'd my Betters, met in me:
Say for my comfort, languishing in bed,
"Just so immortal Maro held his head:
And when I die, be sure you let me know 120
Great Homer dy'd three thousand years ago.
Such Ovid's nose, and "Sir! you have an eye. 115
Go on, obliging Creatures, make me see
All that disgrac'd my Betters, met in me:
Say for my comfort, languishing in bed,
"Just so immortal Maro held his head:
And when I die, be sure you let me know 120
Great Homer dy'd three thousand years ago.
Why did I write? what sin to me unknown
Dipt me in Ink, my Parent's, or my own?
As yet a Child, nor yet a Fool to Fame,
I lisp'd in Numbers for the Numbers came. 125
I left no Calling for this idle trade,
No Duty broke, no Father disobey'd.
The Muse but serv'd to ease some Friend, not Wife,
To help me thro' this long Disease, my Life,
To second, Arbuthnot! thy Art and Care, 130
And teach, the Being you preserv'd, to bear.
Dipt me in Ink, my Parent's, or my own?
As yet a Child, nor yet a Fool to Fame,
I lisp'd in Numbers for the Numbers came. 125
I left no Calling for this idle trade,
No Duty broke, no Father disobey'd.
The Muse but serv'd to ease some Friend, not Wife,
To help me thro' this long Disease, my Life,
To second, Arbuthnot! thy Art and Care, 130
And teach, the Being you preserv'd, to bear.
Well
- ↑ Lord Lansdown.
