Classic Poem

Upon the Author's being accus'd of having wrote against Mrs . YEATES.

Some base designing — (down my Rage)
Has filch'd my Title to engage:
I write 'gainst Y EATES — forbid it Love,
Forbid it all ye Pow'rs above:
No, by my Life; full oft I've seen,
And ever prais'd that Goddess Mein;
Which with resistless Charms must sway,
Nay draws us from ourselves away:
Ill-fated Drury! curse the Hour,
That banish'd from thy Seat of Pow'r,
This peerless Fair: — Let Dancer strive,
To keep your glimm'ring Lamp alive,
It will not do; to latest Times,
Prophetic I, (in honest Rhimes)
You'll rue th' Eclipse of Female Merit,
And, with the Public, laud her Spirit,