Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:
So might not  give You Law?
Was it a Muse, O lofty Poet,
Or Virgin of St. , You saw?
Why all this Fury? What's the Matter,
That Oaks must come from  to dance?
Must stupid Stocks be taught to flatter?
And is there no such Wood in
Why must the Winds all hold their Tongue?
If they a little Breath should raise;
Would that have spoil'd the Poet's Song;
Or puff'd away the Monarch's Praise?