BUT why should WE, who cannot feel
These glowings of a  zeal,
That wild  force,
By which above her common course,
NATURE in  up-borne,
Look'd down on earthly things with scorn;
have no more regard, 'tis known,
For  Religion than
And feel not half so fierce a flame
At CLIO's as at FISHER's name;
know these boasted
Were mere romantic idle dreams,
That THAMES has waters clear as those
Which on the top of PINDUS rose,
And that the FANCY to refine,
Water's not half so good as Wine;
know, if Profit strikes our eye,
Should we drink HELICON quite dry,
Th' whole fountain would not thither lead
So soon as one poor jug from TWEED,
if to raise poetic fire
The Pow'r of  we require,
In any public place can view
More than the GRECIANS ever knew;
If  into the scale is thrown,
Can boast a LENOX of our own,
Why should  servile customs chuse,
And court an
No matter why — to ask a
In PEDANT BIGOTRY is Treason.