“And if I have done well and as fitting the story it is that which I desired, but if slenderly and meanly, it is that which I could attain unto.” Part of a humourous and satirical copy of verses addressed to Dr. W⸺, on his being appointed Tutor to the D⸺ of G⸺ by some attributed to Porson, by some to a hand now Right Reverend. A POETICAL ADDRESS. PART I. Sage W⸺, Royal William’s Tutor, Thou reverend dilettanti Fluter, His voice an humble poet raises To celebrate thy Pupil’s praises; The lovely Boy and senior Gloster, Shall condescend my muse to foster With praise—not pay; for you and I know Our patron’s not too full of rhino; You for a paltry pimping payment, That scarce will find you food and raiment, Give up your talents, freedom, leisure, To do the Royal folks a pleasure; _I_, for we poets in all ages, Have scorned to do our work for wages, Waste pen, wit, rhyme, and why? the cause is An hungry hope of lean applauses. ... Now W⸺ swears, so goes the rumour, These squibs more scandal have than humour. “Oh! curse the rascal, did I know him, (_aside_) “I’d maul him for his doggrel poem[6].” Yet W⸺, should ill-tempered satire, Prince William’s character bespatter, Fret not, but check thy rising choler, For I’ll defend thy Royal Scholar. END OF PART I. * * * * * The Essay which succeeds was discovered after his decease among the manuscripts of the elegant and accomplished youth, whose character will be found in Vol. I. p. 173, et seq. It is supposed to be descriptive of his own particular situation. Goodness wounds itself, And sweet affection proves the spring of woe. SHAKESPEARE.