Classic Poem

Here four of you got mischances to plague you,
Friend Congreve a fever, friend Howard an ague,
Friend Pope overturned by driving too fast away,
And Robin at sea had like to be castaway:
But alas, the poor Dean neither shudders nor burns,
No sea overwhelms him, no coach overturns;
Though his claret is bad, and he foots it on stones,
Yet he gets home at night with health and whole bones.