O thou who labours't in this rugged mine, Mays't thou to gold th' unpolish'd ore refine; May each dark page unfold its haggard brow, Fear not to reap, if thou canst dare to plough; To tempt thy care may each revolving night, Purses and maces glide before thy sight; So when in times to come, advent'rous deed, Thou shalt essay to speak, to look like Mead, When ev'n the bay and rose shall cease to shade With martial air the honours of thy head, When the full wig thy visage shall enclose, And only give to view thy learned nose, Safely thou may'st defy beaux, wits, and scoffers, And tenant in fee simple stuff thy coffers. T.H. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction., by Various