"On all your earthly Recantation Herd, "The Deities of Air, in Mirth and Sport, "Made me a Goddess, and allow'd a Court; "Long ye have known me--I o'er PUFFS preside, "But ne'er, till now, appear'd in so much Pride. The whole Assembly to her Presence press, } All own her, but, their Ignorance, confess, } Was wholly owing to th' inverted Dress: } But both her Hands _Eliza_ first uprear'd, Insisting only she the Pow'r rever'd: Oh make my Shop, she cries, thy fav'rite Shrine; You must, you shall, I have you on my Sign: All scold, and Indignation bent each Brow, None wou'd the other's Privilege allow; When lo, a Youth of most distinguish'd Grace (Well known for pressing first in ev'ry Place, Whether he heads the _Orders_ in the _Pit_, Or doth at _B----n_'s Judge of Boxing sit) Conspicuous mounts, and thus, in formal Speech, Begins----"Statesmen and Morals I impeach, "Write Satires, and deny them for my own "In Advertisements, that I may be known; "Grant me thy Aid, great Goddess, but once more; "Not for myself alone I thee implore, "But for this _Saint_, who breathing now her last, "Wou'd fain retrieve Disreputation past. "If Gold you ask, long-hoarded Bags shall fly"-- The Goddess smil'd, and puff'd it to the Sky. "Children, says she, Distinction should be made "To _Scriblers_, who are thus above the Trade; "For ye, who equal in all Prospects are, "To gain our Favour, we a _Test_ prepare. "He that has oft'nest most disguis'd the Truth, "And render'd Sense and Reason quite uncouth; "Who Learning hath, by Artifice abus'd, "And by false Glasses vulgar Eyes amus'd; "Who seldom in his real Shape was seen, "For ever different to what h' hath been; "Him for our royal Consort we select: "Begin--and Pertness all your Aims direct; "And still to urge ye on to further Hope, "These Trophies wait the Man who lashes POPE. "The Wings from one of MERCURY's new Suits; "These grac'd his _Cap_, and these adorn'd his _Boots_; "But who shall mention _Merit_, or presume "To talk of _Wit_, him we forbid the Room." Then first a Sage, of rev'rend hoary Years, The Chief of the translating Bards appears; And thus, in their Behalf--O pow'rful Maid! "Daily and nightly we invoke thy Aid; "In Pamphlets, numberless, have fully shown, "Nor Language _dead_ or _live_ to SAWNEY's known; "Yet, spite of all the Methods we can try, "The silly _World_ will yet his HOMER buy: "But next we think"--the Goddess stopt them short! "All ye have done, but makes the _Learned_ Sport; "To rail and call his HOMER wretched Stuff; "To censure and condemn, is well enough; "But here's the Curse on't, ye're such silly Elves "To shew the _Diff'rence_ ye _translate_ yourselves, "Or T----LD else had, not five Years and more, "Hawk'd ÆSCHYLUS about from Door to Door. "TERENCE's Eunuch the same Fate partook,