'But,  since I have begun,
'The Thread of my Discourse shall run,
'Explaining how I am to you
'A Monitor and Table too.
'My hollow Spaces you may fill
'With all your Verses good and ill;
'One small one for your Wit may do,
'But then your Faults will take up two.
'And from the rest I pray exclude
'One sacred Place for Gratitude:
'And what our Patron yours and mine
'Shall to my trusty Care consign,
'For those lov'd Strangers I'll secure
'The Closet with its tiny Door.