Our nicer palates lighter labours seek,
Cloy'd with a folio- once a week;
Bibles, with cuts and comments, thus go down:
E'en light Voltaire is  through the town:
Thus physic flies abroad, and thus the law,
From men of study, and from men of straw;
Abstracts, abridgments, please the fickle times,
Pamphlets and plays, and politics and rhymes:
But though to write be now a task of ease,
The task is hard by manly arts to please,
When all our weakness is exposed to view
And half our judges are our rivals too.