Epigram

In antient times. when honour bore the bell,
And people blush'd not, at their doing well;
Where, crush'd, beneath triumphant envy's weight,
The hand of valour wore the chain of state;
There did the daring muse devote her rhymes,
And grateful verse condemn'd ungrateful crimes.
B UT , in our more improv'd, and bart'ring days,
There's a price currant stampt on poet's praise;
The workman strikes but as his labour's paid,
And heroes rise and fall, like stocks in trade .
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